This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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In this fog of mine, I wake to silence when I expect Your breathing— Your soft face, at least. But I am met with the cold room, And a journey outwards pulling my feet. I fall up and down the small steps, Searching for your nest moved, And I walk with purpose as if the destination Is known already to me. Upon entering the room I routinely sleep, My blue walls encase us both, Like an unexpected but needed hug, And I am met with your breathing— Your soft face, at last. You are sleeping away in my bed, And I walk out, leaving you be. Interestingly enough, I couldn't go back to sleep. For I journeyed to find a girl, And found her right where I wanted her, Yet made no move. Do you remember? A sleeping beauty, if you will, Awoke to tear my heart apart.
