"so why did you stay ?"
and that's something perhaps I'll never find the answer to.
maybe he blinded me with the delicacy in which he treated me, like a jewel he could never give up.
he made me feel like a blessing, even when I hated what made me.
but after all, I wasn't a diamond.
stones, jewels and diamonds, was I a stone before I met him ? did he make me a jewel ?
all I knew was that he left with all the colours that painted me, and how useless it was to be a jewel in a diamond sea.
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Unspoken Thoughts
Poetrycollection of late night poetry and thoughts ~ madness, heartbreak, love and isolation. a mess of my mind depicted in a book. (lowercase intended)
