That night, I cried.
I cried for every single friend I've lost. I cried for that pang in my chest I can't seem to get rid of. I cried for the mistakes I couldn't undo. I cried for the time I've lost and couldn't reverse. I cried for my inability to trust. I cried for the lost hope.
That night, I cried for the sun that had set. I cried for the moon that lost its glow. I cried for the stars that were scattered and too far apart. I cried for the universe filled with black holes, waiting for the perfect time to pull everything into oblivion.
I cried for the broken hearts.
It was the night that after all those years, I have finally cried for myself.
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.