I understand now, why my ex thought I didn't care about him.
Because I didn't know what I wanted.
I liked him, I thought I loved him at the time.
But I look back now and I think.
I didn't know what the hell I wanted.
Company, companionship.
And to this day
I still have no idea what that means.
I was lonely.
Seeking the thing
that is called love.
But without the feeling of stress and drama,
just a sense of peace,
happiness.
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That's the love I know.
But it's not what I desire.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
ŞiirA Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
