Poem #207

You got angry when you found out I threw
out all of your stuff. I used to love them,
I used to sleep in them but now they are just
painful memories of the man I used to love
who was nothing like what you turned out to be.
You are nothing compared to the one I loved but
life is cruel enough to make you both the same person.
Two faces, one body.

7 thoughts on “Poem #207

  1. two faces one body – love the last line

  2. “…life is cruel enough to make you both the same person…”
    I felt that in my chest. I think I’ve been both sides of that stanza, to be honest.

  3. Wow thats a Very clever indeed.. And yea it sometimes happen.. People are changing all the life.. We can have a lot of faces indeed

  4. “Two faces, one body”
    Hard to believe sometimes…

  5. That reminds me of a rather embarrassing incident of clothing left behind 🙂 🙂 🙂

    1. don’t we all have those memories? hahaha

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