You told me everything from the beginning, untill we reached the ending. You talked too much, but I was focus only on you. I could feel from your eyes that came from your honesty.
“I need you”
You said. It should be me, I need you the most.
I want you always be my ‘subject’ in every poem, but I don’t have any reasons, anymore …
“I am letting you go”
I want you be happy in your own way, I want you find what you wished, I want you do what you wanted. It’s only about you.
I could write another poem, but it would be without a soul (you). It wouldn’t be nice, I think.
Okhay, read this slowly.
Run
Just run away from this
You deserve anything
To be happy, to be anything
You should have not need me
I need youThis would not be interested
I assumed from beginning
Word by word
I blame myself, always
Even the words get boringDon’t look back
Don’t ever
I would be fine
Would write another boring poem
Without your feel