It was cold.
Cold, windy and lonely.
I sat down,
where our souls have met,
long before our bodies did.
It felt different.
I don't even know,
what you look like anymore.
How could I be so in love with you?
Was I even in love with you?
Were you even real?
I promised,
I would never let you go.
I would always have space for you in my heart.
Most knew about you,
and most said I should leave you behind.
I thought they were stupid,
how,
how could I keep going without you?
But the fresh air in my nose,
the leaves crunching in my ears,
and the empty feeling in my heart made me question,
if it was even worth it.
Why did I even go to our place?
What was I hoping for?
That you,
my long lost lover,
would almost as like in a fairytale,
walk down the dark gravel path,
to find me?
As stupid and ridiculous that sounds,
a last,
little and weak spark believed in it.
That our story would get a happy end.
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Thoughts turned Words
PoesíaSome late night thoughts, memories and feelings that turned into words. Most of these are written from my personal, very tragic life, however there are some inspired by friends, books and movies. Sometimes I even find old writings in a long forgotte...
