Ana Stratulat

hey, Ana here. learning how to feel, to heal, and to truly live.

in the night

What do i mean to you?

because sometimes, i fell like

i am a cup of tea

when you are sick.

Or a cup of coffee

in the morning

What do i mean to you?

because sometimes i feel like

i’m talking to you, but

you don’t hear me at all.

And sometimes,

we are speechless.

Is not your fault, my dear

It’s mine.

Because,

when I chose you,

i chose you, just for me.

I was selfish.

And I’m sorry for that, but

I loved you,

like no one could,

love me.

Take care of you.

With love,

your lost love.

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