3168 - November 26 2008 - Poem by Rosa Lin
Today. A year ago. It happened.
Today. A year ago. It broke.
Today. A year ago. My whole world fell apart.
Today. A year ago. I thought there wouldn't be tomorrow.
Today. A year ago. I cried a million tears.
Today. A year ago. I lost myself.
A year has passed. Oh how time flies.
It seems so surreal. So unreal.
A year of pain. Of anger. Of heartbreak.
Of blaming myself. Of making excuses.
Of hiding. Of burying myself. Of drowning in tears.
A year full of sorrow. Of despair. Of misery.
Of Unrequited love.
A year of cutting myself, trying to pick up the broken pieces.
Of trying to repair what broke.
Trying to glue and tape the pieces back together.
To try and make that piece whole again.
One year. One fcuking year.
6 guys.8 dates.3 kisses.
1 lunch table. countless spasms.
A million 'sick days'
and I still remember you.
I still remember every tiny detail.
Everything about you.
Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still catch your scent
but I'm okay. I think I'm better than okay.
Because I know everything happens for a reason.
I know I'll find someone who will love me unconditionally.. some day.
I hope that you're happy and doing amazing.
I hope you're living life to the fullest.
I hope you're conquering all the obstacles
and achieving everything you strive for.
I wish you the best in all that you do because I love you
and you deserve nothing less than perfection.
Today. it happened.
Today. it's still broken.
Today. my world's slowly starting to rebuild itself.
Today. I'm excited for tomorrow.
Today. I smile more than I cry.
Today. I'm learning to find myself.
Comments about 3168 - November 26 2008 by Rosa Lin
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You