no one told me how lonely it gets
when you're in the healing stage.
so many emotions, yet i'm left
with an empty page.
i'm happy that i gained my self respect
and i uphold new, and better standards
and while i'm glad i'm left with no expectations
but lately my mind is a graveyard.
i struggle with a kind of grief that is unexplainable.
i grief a love that is none existent.
a type of love i am yet to receive.
i yearn for it, like a child yearns for its mother.
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Overthinking
Poetry"She was a giver. Always poured too much of love. Never realized watering a rock doesn't make it soft." - randomscribbler
