if only we could get them to love us back
the pain would've been a lot less
if only we could go past their souls and to the heart
the effort would be worth the mess
if only we could tell them how we really felt
the mind would come to a rest
if only we could let them fix our broken pieces
the heart would be at peace in the chest
or we could leave the pieces untouched
and let the souls burn
if only.
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I'm in love with you
damn
I'm so in love with you
that I've got used to this pain
this distance
you're always on my mind
though
but I don't miss you often
either
it's only a void inside me
which I've got used to
so only on
times like these
when our songs
our pictures
our memories
remind me of you
when I want to
come fall into your arms
and times like these
when I wish
my young love
where I'm oblivious to everything
but you
where
you're in my dreams
in my thoughts
would've never existed.
October 2020
YOU ARE READING
unsent letters
Poesiethere's a sad story behind everything, this is just my story, my brokenness, my sadness, something which makes me a writer to why I'm so fragile or why someone has made me so fragile. this is a story I could never tell her about until now. a story...
