"You don't know what you have until it's gone"
Yeah.
All I've realized is they're gone for a reason.
Their purpose was done.
Their lessons.
They all had lessons.
But,
Yeah.
I didn't know what I had until it was gone.
I didn't know how inimical they were until they left.
Like,
leeches.
Emotional parasites?
Energy vampires?
The thing with being kind-hearted is,
You don't notice others flaws so easily.
Their menacing intentions.
The cruelty underneath their smile.
The way they have to turn the lights off to look at you.
It takes them breaking your heart to truly realize what was in theirs.
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The World XXI
Thơ caThis collection is born from the quiet hours, where silence weighs heavy, and the shadows cast by memory grow long. Each poem is a fragment of grief, a reflection of loss, and an echo of the fragile beauty that often accompanies sadness. In these wo...
