My dear friend,
I haven’t told you this,
I always guess that people know,
But you are a part of my existence,
Let me hide behind a smile,
Even if you know the truth.
A day later and I’m still here,
I’m sorry that I didn’t disappear
as you wanted me to,
I’m sorry that I’ll be the reason
All I need right now is to be left alone,
Forgotten by the rest of the world,
Forgiven by my soul,
which I have disappointed once again.
I can write to the third person and mention what I have achieved so far but I won't. At the end of the day all I want is for at least one person to remember what I wrote and not who I am. I write for a hobby but it doesn't mean I do not appreciate it enough. Poetry will always be a place to escape, you don't know me and I don't know you but we all appreciate each other's poetry and that somehow brings us closer than if we randomly met someday..