We didn’t break up,
we never started,
yet here I am, sifting through
what was and wasn’t,
our silent promises folded and kept
in the pockets of a memory
that never took shape.
We never held hands,
but I trace the empty air beside me,
feel your laughter in spaces
you never stood.
How strange it is to miss
something we never had,
to feel the weight of nothing at all.
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Poems about Love
PuisiContains only poems. As the title says, the poems are about love- love that makes you happy, love that makes you feel complete, love that hurts, love that makes your heart ache, and love that's unconditional. It contains letters, his povs, and just...
