That person you became,
I don’t know them.
They wear your skin,
they speak with your voice,
but they carry none of your love.
What happened to the one
who used to know how to hold me
without breaking?
I see the pieces in your eyes,
the fragments of us,
but I’m scared to pick them up.
What if they cut deeper this time?
That person certainly is not you.
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Echoes Of an Unbroken Heart
ПоэзияEchoes of an unbroken heart: A Collection of Romantic Woes Is a poignant collection of my poems that explores the bittersweet essence of love and longing. Each piece unveils the struggles, uncertainties, and profound emotions that accompany romanti...
