sometimes i think about
going somewhere new,
and maybe i'll find a
new version of you,
but i know that's not true.
the pain of being here continues to grow,
and the chances of you coming
back to me are low,
that's why i think it's best if i go.
i'll move far far away,
so i can try to live another day,
without saying the words i need to say.
then maybe i can stop
wishing you were here,
and stop living in fear,
i know you'll feel better
when i disappear.
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The Night The Stars Went Out
Poetrya book of poetry about love and the grieving of losing that love. i am writing this as i learn to heal through the breakup and heartbreak of losing the one person i loved. this is a book of vulnerability, sadness but also strength. you are heard, yo...
