Poem #3: If I Didn't Met You

 Another writing, yay. I absolutely enjoy writing this one. Or maybe this is a poem that doesn't rhyme? To be honest, I am actually confused. Call this what you want, though.

If I Didn't Met You

Sometimes, when I was left alone with my devices, I think about what would happen if I didn't met you? What if I get accepted in Art Club instead of English Club in school? I clearly would never know how much literature could amuse me. I would never know new vocabularies and its meaning such as contrarian, antithetical, or ingénue, thanks to you. I wouldn't write poems just to see the expression on your face when you read it. Your smile, the crease by your eyes, or you clapping excessively after you finished a book, I would never know how to appreciate art if I didn't met you. I would never know there's beauty in simple things, you taught me that. I would never laugh at least twice a day and almost everyday, it's more than that. I repeat, it's all because of you. And there's other things that I could tell. You turned my pale, weak soul to a knight so brave. 

But one thing for sure, if I didn't met you, there would be no me, there would only be my grave.

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So, how was it? Constructive critics and advices are always welcome in the comment section. Thanks for reading, and see you later, reader.

                                                                                     

All the love, -R-

P.S. I decided to call my "writings" poem, based on an advice from a friend of mine. This change is made on March 18th, 2023.