I Already Mourned Our Ending

Love poems were never my type of poems

I already mourned our ending

Time passed by and all of my wounds mended

And then you reached out

Your voice was like a knife

And there goes my wounds

Opening up again

Still, I am proud

They didn’t open as wide

And the pain subsided after our conversation ended

I need space now

So that I can heal properly

Once again

Angelica Flores

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