We broke a bed, you said

Do you remember?
You were modelling your new shorts for me
and bounced on the bed like a little girl.
You looked beautiful in that little dress by the way.
The pink one
do you still have it?

Yes, I said
But I doubt it still fits
I've gained a lot of weight 
And it was orange not pink
Or it could be
I'm not the best with colours

I remember it all too well
And I carry you in the depths of my heart
like the special memory you are
a beautiful lily in the wilderness
One to sniff when everything hurts 

But unlike you
there's nothing special about me
I was just another one in line
I didn't tell you all this though 

I remember everything too- you said
I just pretend not to

I said I know you do
But you've failed to grasp the point

Make me understand- you said

The point is in my wishing
That you could've remembered everything we had
on a clean pane.

That you never cheated at all
or took every girl you slept with to the places we called ours.
It would've been something special to think about,
if only there weren't five
or more girls with a memory
of that same place
doing the same things
you did with me.

Sometimes I think about you, and everything we had
and I smile, and think
maybe it was time for it to end, but it was beautiful
while it lasted. 

Or was it?
I don't know
But I know it was real

Those memories are special to me
because you will always be the only guy I fell asleep with in Den's bed.
Or held hands with
in front of the City square.
And watched fireworks
And had a new year's kiss

But it's different for you.
'Cause I never was the only one.

And that thought sucks.

I can never make you understand, you said.
I'm not proud I cheated
I'm not a heartless monster
I can't say I don't remember those girls
But trust me baby
with you it's different
for when I think about you
I smile
I don't regret a moment
I spent with you
But when I think of them
I hate myself
For ever hurting you
for ruining what we had.
You can't understand
But my special moments were always with you
Only with you

I closed my eyes,
and in the darkness that was my room
I found it in me to believe you
Yet I couldn't find the courage
to tell you so
For how could I?
What if it was another one
of the lies
I believed for years?

I gave you my soul
But you wanted my heart
I gave you my heart
Along with
every little piece of me
I gave you
until there was nothing left to give

I told you once
I'll say it twice
I forgave you
Because I loved you

I know
When it got bad
It was ugly
But when it was good
We showed em all up
We laughed in the dark
and talked
and fantasised
And I told you about my past
Thinking my future was you

We took the fall
But baby it's alright

We were happy once
But it ran its course

I will use these memories of mine
to rebuild the ruins
that you left me in

Maybe it was time for it to end
But it was real while it lasted

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Now this is a poem I'm proud of.

Give me a round of applause, will you? 😏

So I was once reading a traditionally published poetry and I came across poems in conversation structure and I was really entranced by them.

Meh! I'll tell you a secret, writers can't keep a secret. xD