You might be the worst,
But your voice is comforting.
Though you hit me, and I got hurt,
You will never be my enemy.
I keep wanting to come back to you,
Though you burned my heart to dust;
But the Sun burns too,
Yet it's still beautiful.
You may have tried,
But you never lost my trust.
We all know it's a lie,
When I say I hate your guts.
You are my best worst friend;
So close, so far, close again.
For us it was the end,
For me and you, just a chapter.
We were like a sad comedy;
There's just one difference between us:
You started another movie,
While I'm still watching the titles.
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Author:
Bird In Red (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: June 1st, 2025 13:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Another day is ending. It's been three years. I hate you...but can we please talk about the colour of our toothbrushes at 1AM once again? Can I trust you once again?
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