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 ever again, but why would any of that bother you?
As your eyes are busy looking at another; to not be looking for me.
Your lips smile for another; to not be smiling at 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 heart-breaking lesson I had to learn, and I still reminisce when 14 year old me prayed it was a blessing - how naïve of her.
- JJ