He was my whole world.
He is my whole world.
And he will always be my whole world, I said.
Even if he’s too blind to see it.
Even if he looks at someone else.
Even if he loves someone else.
Even if he broke my heart.
He was my whole world.
He is my whole world.
And he will always be my whole world.
Even if he ripped my heart to pieces, he will always be the same boy I met years ago smiling at me with those beautiful brown eyes and perfect face.
He was my whole world.
He is my whole world.
He will always be my whole world.
But the fact remains…I wasn’t his whole world. Because he was blind, I decided. Because he looked at someone else with those big brown eyes, I decided. I decided that I had to let my world go so that he could be happy. If I can’t be his whole world, he would be someone else’s whole world.
He was my whole world.
He was my whole world.
He was my whole world, I say.
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This is a unique poem. I like the repetition, and I especially like when you break the stanzas and write prose. Your use of tenses is interesting. I’d keep playing with that if I were you. Great work!