I knew the thought of you would linger in my mind.
I knew it.
I always knew you were that something I wouldn't be able to stop
Dreaming about.
Dreaming of you.
Dreaming to have you
Back.
What do I do now?
We made a pact to be there for each other.
Now we're collapsing.
Matches burning after the other.
Inhaling all the smoke from a flame that was said to be eternal.
We just keep running in circles.
What do I do now?
That the one I wanted the most it's now a part of my past.
The one who I loved the most it's the one I cry for at night.
Smoke.
My head is filled with smoke.
I can't scream.
Something's tied my tongue.
Smoke.
It will get to my lungs.
And just like smoke.
You were.
Gone.
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July 31st.
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Víctor.
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February Ashes
Poesía❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
