The truth was, that's how it was./ Poem / illustration.
Illustrator: Sara Herranz
The truth is that yes, I forget you.
The impossible thing to deny is that yes, I wanted you
In delirium
Enraptured
Infatuated
No doubt that was the case, however much it bothered him to admit it, even if it hurts to accept it.
The truth was, it was like that.
My pride will never stop denying it
My memory will never let me forget it.