Yes, I knew.
I knew about her, long before ours even started,
how your heart has already been caught by her,
and how your wishes and dreams always has her image carved out
I felt. Yes, I felt,
the winter feeling she brought as she swiftly moved away
from your reaching hands.
I felt like a passerby, walking silently beside you,
like a stranger trying to collapse the wall of daydreams
of her face which you have built inside your mind.
I saw.
I saw how blankly you looked at me
like I am nobody special to see,
and I am just a passing time for you
to forget the girl that made you blue.
I heard, with my ears bleeding, the truth from people's sour words.
You loved her.
You have been loving her.
But here I am, still, trying to mend your pieces back together
opening my soul so you can see a brighter field of hope.
Because, you, you deserved better.
But, you should see, too,
my hands were wounded trying to catch your falling pieces.
You should feel,
that I am not numb to the feeling of sadness,
whenever I cannot make you happy as much as she can.
You should know,
that I am not a fool to not give up on you
so you can heal on your own, because that was your own battle.
You should have heard
what my silence was trying to say.
But, I guess, those were my cues for leaving your world.
You cannot see me; but only her face
You do not feel me; but only your love for her
You do not hear me; but only her laugh
Most importantly,
You
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