You can keep reading my poems, but remember that you lost the poet.
You can only read my feelings, but doing that doesn\'t hold half the pleasure of experiencing them does it?
You will never hear my voice or have me in your embrace again, but what does that matter to you?
As your eyes are busy looking at another; to not be looking at me.
Your lips are busy talking to another; to not be speaking to me.
Your arms are occupied with another; who isn\'t me.
Your mind thinks of another; with me nowhere to be found.
Your heart beats for another now; when its used to beating for me.
Do you remember that discord status I set all those summers ago about us either being a lesson or a blessing?
I got my answer in the end,
You were such a heartbreaking lesson I had to learn, and I still reminisce when those 14 year old us prayed it was a blessing - how naive of us.
- JJ