Category : Poems

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All the streets took me 
 In the same direction,
  Similar houses,
  Same situation... 

I cried in front of her door, 
 Thinking that you were right,
 I'm not good at loving someone,
 Without being hurt,
  Without hurting my half.

 I'm not good at choosing since,
 I'm so good at losing
   Parts of myself -  loving.

   I still keep the bracelet you gave me
  With the words"I love you" written on it,
Oh, I couldn't throw it away or burn it...

  I don't know what I'm doing here, 
 Waiting to hear you speak 
 Through the lips of another woman 
 Who claims to love me,
  With the love you gave me...