Too Short
Too short,
It happened too fast,
I wish I had the chance to know what is it like to be sick of you.
Such a foolish thought,
You are here no more.
Now,
I'm too sick of myself,
Thinking about you.
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I wrote this poem earlier this month not long after the end of my 5th relationship. It didn't last long, for about 2 months and a little bit more.
From the beginning, I thought this relationship would work. She was basically everything I was looking for.
However, she told me she couldn't commit, and broke up with me, two weeks without talking later. She unfriended me in every social media.
I respected her choices from the beginning to the end, we never had one argument from we first met until we become strangers again.
Every now and then she pops up in my head or in my dream. Her hairs still are everywhere in my house I don't even know how.
From time to time I slowly getting sick of myself thinking about her, all my thoughts about her, hope to bump into her in the university we both go to.
In a weird combination of all sorts of weird things, I wrote down this poem to remind myself that she is no longer here.
To remind myself we are now the most familiar strangers.
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