They ask me to love again, but they don't understand.
I can't—| can't love someone else.
My only love was my girl, and she will always be the love of my life.
No one will ever fill that space.
She came into my life, and it was the best thing that ever happened to a mess like me.
Love like that—it's rare, even when it ends in ruins.
I still hear the echo of her first word to me, still catch the scent of her perfume in a crowd.
She was the only one who could make that old guitar sing,
and I still keep it in the corner of my room, untouched.
I was so madly in love, I could've died for it.
But maybe, deep down,
we both knew it was too wild to last forever.
-by Apan
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The space we share
PuisiIn this collection, I simply imagined the feelings of love, longing, and connection that swirl around us. Each poem is a reflection of my thoughts and dreams, capturing the beauty of unspoken bonds and the complexities of relationships in a way that...
