you tell me about the softest rain, a city too lonely to make a noise. you tell me about a landscape where winter is the warmest season and it only lasts until your tongue moves but i won't be a part of it because i refuse to be forgotten.
you knew a woman like me has nothing to do with a man like you so you died softly in all my memories. because you knew i'd forever remain a threat even after you learn how to fight.
this poem is very brave like your mother's smile. in which every apology has a forgiver, and every defeat has a survivor. this poem is very brave like that unnamed grief you hid in unshed tears. in which you could unlove everything you've lost and rewrite everything that's not yours.
this poem is a tragedy; a tomorrow you could've lived yesterday.