Love and that feeling of utter happiness is a bittersweet thing,
It is something we as humans see as a brief exhale,
A fleeting moment,
In the endless time, we are trapped in.
This feeling, distant at first,
Only becomes more and more like an itch you cannot scratch away,
Growing stronger as butterflies flutter within you with every drawing inch.
It hides at first,
Deep within you,
Shy, almost as if it is waiting for its moment to strike,
As if it knows that is the only way to draw you in.
This feeling, fearless at second,
Only becomes more and more like a stain on your heart you cannot get out,
Growing stronger as your heart beats with every sweet kiss.
It stands tall,
Bravely within you,
Daring you, almost as if it is igniting a passion not yet fueled,
As if it knows that is the only way to hold on.
This feeling, broken at third,
Only becomes more and more like a burn on your skin that cannot be healed,
Growing dimmer and dimmer with every passing tear.
It cries out,
Heartbroken within you,
Devastating you, almost as if it is shattering your every being,
As if it knows that is the only way to move on.
You question whether it should be there,
You question whether it was worth it,
But most of all,
You question whether the heartbreak you feel now will pass.
Time.
With Time.
You will see.
Give it time.
And you will truly see.
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Unspoken Words
PoesíaIn the labyrinth of human emotions lies a treasury of unspoken words - the silent echoes of sentiments left unsaid, the whispers lost in the cacophony of life's chaos. "Unspoken Words" delves into the hidden recesses of the heart, where poetry inter...
