Foolish Love Poem by scarlet red

mom,

I told myself I am ready to move on
But how come I’m missing you now
Should it mean I am not ready yet?
Or is it love that I still felt?

I told myself I’ve done too much
And you have talked too much
How come I long to hear anything from you?
How come I wanted to be with you?

I told myself I’m letting you go
But it seems I am still holding on
Hoping for miracles of broken promises
Wanting for another second chances

Foolish love, should I call it?
I can’t ignore it no matter how I insist
I guess I am still a slave
Of this love inflicting so much pain