my pillow speaks

a love like no other a love that made me breathe poor and speak unable english must be so poor a language that I find no appropriate expressions to describe the love both of us had a love that had no comparatives i tried to save our love,but all my efforts went down the drain the love I gave developed wings and eloped with his but I have come to accept it the memories we made shall never fade and I just can't get them off my mind i still have feelings for him yes, feelings of anger still prevail in my heart i wasted myself forsook my pride all because of this thing called love i endured being a masochist in love but he was oblivious to all this and now my pillow speaks. #souls poet #2023