#WritcoPoemPrompt70
The way you took my pulse without ever touching me,
And how honey and flowers remind me of your bumblebee,
Makes me feel nostalgic about the past,
But I'm trying to move on and make my peace at last.

I still hope that we can meet,
And find common ground with our differences set apart,
and again, the same old bonding in our hearts.

Our story began when the teacher made him sit in front of me,
And I had no idea he would be my cherry tree.
Our sweet flirting turned into love,
And the feeling of happiness from above.

We texted each other and talked in glee,
And our love grew like a beautiful tree.
We shared our hearts with memes,
And texting you became my whole day's gleam.
Our magical friendship turned us into soulmates,
And I believed he would be with me by fate.

But then, his texts stopped coming for a few days,
And he claimed he was busy in many ways.
Our happiness could not last any more,
And the sweetness of our relationship started to become sore.
His lies broke the houses of my trust,
And our beautiful relationship started to rust.
Affection, love and trust started fading away,
And our vibrant friendship started turning grey.
I didn't lose a lover that day,
But a friend whom I thought would be with me till the end.

But why, why after how immensely he hurt me,
how deeply he broke me from the inside,
I still want to always be on his side.

But now, I will no longer let him take my pulse without touching me,
And I will let go of the memories of his bumblebee.

🙏

© enchantedquill