we were the pieces that fitted together, but belonged to different puzzles
an endless list i could write of our troubles
and the amount of people who had asked…
how did you make plans for the future, for him to stay in the past?
to my heart, i thought you were holding the key
but out of seven billion people, i chose one whose did not beat for me
i cannot help but think about all of the time i wasted
on our future, that i had painted
and now you are no longer in my picture
fell in love fast. but fell out even quicker
our story had one to many crooks
maybe we were similar chapters which belonged to different books
currently our book is missing a title
trying to leave this stage of denial
i should have from the start listened to my gut
when i realised i was holding onto a rope which was already cut
i hope that our story for now is just pending
though not every story has a happy ending
About the Creator
Kiesha’s Diary
𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❀
Comments (2)
I absolutely felt this one, having gone through a rough patch with my husband. Thank you for putting this beautiful piece of poetry together!
Wow 😮 that's Hard…♥️💯🥹📝 we belong to different puzzles-