Our love was terminal, finite.
The end was set in stone and I never saw it coming
And when you left loneliness became my disease
a malignant force I couldn't escape.
I wish I could have gone back
Did something- Anything to salvage the wreckage left behind
But I was too young, too blind to see
That all that was left in the wreck of our hearts
Was you staring back at me as I walked away.
-A.U.
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Letters Unwritten
PoetryA collection of poems and words I've left unsaid. from my questioning of higher powers to terrible experiences. I hope in some way, my words and thoughts could be relatable to the world.
