today, i woke up because of a sound from my phone and unlike every other day, i found no excitement hearing it. your name came up, like a chathead in my brain, but the thought of “that can't be him, he's over you” is way more stronger than all my hopeful thoughts and i believed it, it's not you. it will never be you. i got up my bed ignoring my phone which is unusual and i'm glad i did.
“that can't be him, he's over you.” says my mind.
“i know. i already know.” my heart whispers.
the first phase; acceptance.
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PoetryHi. This is a complication of poetries; proses and poems, solely for my lover. I'm madly in love with someone and here, I'll express how mad I am yet while constructing this, we ended up ending each other's strings. I am going to separate this in th...
