Dear Anonymous: I Failed

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Dear Anonymous,

Remember when I tried to say goodbye,

When I thought I’d take to the skies and fly?

And find a day when I wouldn’t cry?

Well, it seems it was one big lie,

If I am honest, I didn’t even try,

I failed the moment I typed goodbye,

Because straight after in your DM’s I said hi.

 

I showed you that farewell poem,

And your mood seemed kinda solemn,

Face downcast and fallen,

Eyes puffed up and swollen.

At least that the is the image that lives in my head,

From the moment you told me that it made you sad.

 

Yet you didn’t realise it was all about you,

You literally had no clue.

 

Its too early for me to leave you be,

I’m still dreaming about you and me,

See the harder I try to just walk away,

The easier it is for me to sit and stay.

You got me feeling some typa way,

And to your tune I can’t help but sway,

I’m hanging on to each word that you say,

I’m living for you each single day.

 

Dear Anonymous,

Loving you is an addiction,

Trying to win a sliver of your heart is a grand audition,

Like something wrought out of fiction,

I’m now running out of good diction

That’s supposed to be a joke.

 

Dear Anonymous,

I tried to stop loving you,

(Did I?)

Your personality is as contagious as the flue,

It stuck to me like glue,

Now I have no clue,

What am I to do?

How do I get over you?

How do I let go?

How do you get rid of something so beautiful?

 

Dear Anonymous…

I’ll see you in the next one,

Because its only just begun.

 

The question really though is that what has begun seeing as how

1-     Anonymous doesn’t know that I am writing about anonymous

2-     I stand no chance with Anonymous.

Its really is funny I guess that just what works with the poem lol.

Anyways hope you enjoyed the poem.

 

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