Perhaps, my biggest flaw and hardship of all has always been letting go of something beautiful that turned ugly.
It's unfair how the world can shift so quickly.
You find yourself sitting quietly on a bench one day, the glow of the golden sun on each other's faces, then, in a blink of an eye, you get suddenly stuck in a tornado of emotions you didn't sign yourself in, winds tearing on your skin, wounding every inch of you it can touch.
I resign. For now. I'm sorry.
My friends keep telling me, "Love with reservations, Sage."
Why don't I ever listen?
Why do I keep finding myself on the same rabbit hole with the same kind of person I wish I've never met, suspiciously confined in an endless loop of smoke and mirrors?
In the end, I'm just... tired.
There's so many things I don't get to learn when I put my trust in you.
And in the process, I chip away like a dilapidated house you can no longer call "home".
Where does it ever stop?
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What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
