Category : Poems

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Unhealing


Some call it anger

some call it heartache.

I call it a little bit of everything, with a layer of anger to bury the rest.

My eyes are clouded

I’m that much aware.

But do you really blame me?

Is this really fair?

Just yesterday that was me

tucked in your warm embrace;

heart to heart, face to face.

Like a flip switched, you tore your heart from mine, turning your back on me.

Is there really an explanation?

A reason to leave me to weep?

Was it your mistake or mine?

Was it a lie that left you feeling fine

or a wound left weeping, unhealing

until it’s given proper care, something fair

the proper answer it needs.

Kinda like me.