Yesterday, I was laughing with him
and you were happy with her.
I thought,
this was right.
But now, I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what to tell him.
We shouldn’t do this.
I tried to explain to him
but I don’t know what’s going on.
It’s like suicide.
Can we go back in time?
I wanted to fix it,
like you, you came back.
But she left you alone
and he doesn’t want to forget.
Now, I’m running from ourselves.
Nobody is with me.
We shouldn’t do this.
I don’t know, how this could happen.
It’s like a horrible nightmare.
We should run now.
Can we run from ourselves?
© W. Donovan
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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019.
Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path.
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