It's the only word that comes out of my mouth when I take you as my source of inspiration. A word that seems so perfect, so romantic... Yet it tears my heart to even think it.
I love you.
It's not a lie, but it's not the truth either. I got lost in the fire of love; it swallowed me and scorched my heart.
Fortunately, it only burned my heart; it could have seared my brain, and I would likely have remained in that destructive hell.
I love you.
With all the meanings of that word. I love you with this true love, this sincere love.
I love you deeply... Not like Romeo loved Juliet, not to the point of dying for you, but I love you enough to let you live, even if it's without me.
I love you.
With much action but few words, to the point that I accept all the pains. I love you for better and for worse, but especially the worse.
I love you.
Even if you no longer love me, I love you even if that word no longer exists. I love you for a thousand years. I love you infinitely.
I love you.
Even if I no longer exist.
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The Ghost We Left Behind
PoetryIn a world where shadows intertwine with memories, my past has cast a heavy pall over my heart, now securely locked away in an unyielding chest. I wander aimlessly, searching for something elusive-an unrecognizable figure or a flicker of hope-but t...
