[PoTD] Night you said.

The night you said you like her in front of me, she was proud and confident.

She didnt know she was the second.

It broke my heart, you broke us.

The night I went off to bed, I pushed him away.

He faced the entry of the room.

I cried like there was no mornings to come.

"I hate you." I complained while my heart sunken from grief.

But I also wish that night wasn't true.

Nor his words might be true.

I less care of what is real.

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It was hard to broke that my hands habitually stroke his ears till I fell asleep.

Two nights after, I cried more. "I love you."

It was just the two of us now.

I hugged him tighter and several years later;

 He's still with me.

He still hugs me. He still weeps with me.

The person left, the memories fade, the lessons then are made.

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There were days I push him away for fun.

There were days he has to face the entry of the room patiently

waiting for me to come home.

There were still mornings and nights to come.

There were days I break my own heart and complain about my missed comings.

There were still wishes I chose to stay true.

But I'll never be careless of what is real.

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We'll fall asleep together.