The month of August
Published in
Jul 28, 2024
Do you still remember our plans?
About the beach?
About the time that we will spend together?
For all that, they were just empty promises.
If only I knew that your heart faltered
with the uncertainty of love —
Between me and her.
I wouldn’t be the victim
of your selfishness.
Oh, I wish this month felt like August,
like that night around eleven
underneath the dazzling stars
when you and I seemed like lovers.
But the truth never lies;
you never loved me in the end.
Oh how I wish you could erase your past
and how I wish you could love me anyway.
— daralight
