Huanting Hurts
How can it be
that you are here with me
on my worst day.
Wondering how to stop the pain
you surround me,
trapping me inside these memories
of people we used to be.
It makes the pain worse
this curse
it is the only home I know.
V. Green
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Dreams And Things
PoetryThoughts. Emotions. Dreams. Ideas. Needs. Words, wanting an escape. (but forever trapped in an endless loop)
