Love, Poetry

The Image

The image is burned into my memories.

Anger and hurt mixed with eternal sadness.

It’s madness how our actions cause so much pain.

In the image of you two, all I see is you,

Happy.

The smile that stabbed my heart

And left me to die.

Why couldn’t you smile for me?

Why couldn’t I make you happy?

Why couldn’t I make myself happy?

I wanted friendship just to make you stay,

Even though you still wanted me

And I couldn’t let you go,

But I needed to.

Ice in my mind, but fire in my heart.

The image that put wood in the flames.

You two.

Happy.

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