I feel bad for that boy.
So foolish to trust me.
Or maybe I changed, most likely something wrong with me.
I explained it so clearly, but what was done is done. Love crushed under a foot like dead roses.
In his eyes, I could do no wrong.
I was the girl in the world, the one of his dreams.
I would (never) poke him.
I would (never) ignore him, always available.
I would (never) be rude, I was just a little thing.
Gaslighting, oh hes never heard of her.
Everlasting.
Blinded by love.
But, but.. You put that past me! I would never repeat what I did to that pitiful boy.
Goodness, it wasn't even that bad. A small twinges to love, so?
That concept shouldn't be expected perfect, flowers aren't.
Some flowers are crushed under foots like love.
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Author:
Aisha Camara (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2026 20:33
- Comment from author about the poem: I am so sorry, I wish we could start over. But I dont care that much to.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Well written! Looking forward to more of your poetry.
Cheeky. I try to avoid love poetry, but there was no hint in your title which was of itself intriguing, and so I stumbled in. A different angle to any other love poem I've ever managed to avoid.
Keep writing please, and do also if you have the time, work over (respond) to other poetry here. Welcome.
This poem presents a definite mood toward the other. Well written
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