One day it just stopped being about you. The poems stopped. The aching slowly faded. You were absent in my mind most nights. It was a change. I'm not gonna lie and say you're gone because you aren't, you just aren't the one who put the stars in the sky for me anymore. You're the one who brought the darkness. You're important though. You made me realize who were the real stars. You and your darkness made everything shine so much brighter. The contrast. That's what you created. You successfully ruined and helped me.
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thoughts.
PoetryPoems, stories, honesty. Everything you want to say but you can't. Typed words that are hardly ever spoken aloud. Truth. The good, the bad and the ugly. Thoughts that are often trapped inside the mind for days, months, years. Kept locked away, never...
