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worries. worried you say you are.
my health is getting worse
and so is my mind.
no matter how much oil is added, the wheels still turn with rust and hurt.
Mystery. A mystery is it to me how you can keep wondering where is the core of my endless blue.
Locked myself in a cage with no possibility of escape to assure my help reaches your broken heart, through every throne, through every locked door.
And yet, I am too much. Oh, the selfishness, oh the agony, oh the narcissism, oh the hypocrisy.
What now? How much more can I hide every piece of myself not to offend?
Questions wonder through my mind like a lost clover.
Hurt truly resonates.
She said it best, the longer we walk the cemetery, the closer we get to the burial of our bond.
How?
How did the ropes of our trust rip from the braid that is us.
With you standing by. My bandaids no longer suffice as savior solders.
And yet, through this injustice with every sight your eyes give me, through every labyrinth of our lips, through every touch you give me I go back through the memories of us.
the feeling if your hand folded in mine, the silhouette of your touch on my hips as you pull me closer, the lust on your lips when you kiss me. The feeling of complete calm in the world as there is just us two.
I can't seem to let go.
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower diary
Poetry(..How to live with heartbreak) This book holds all my thoughts put into potentially good poetry. I'm hoping you'll like it and even empathize with it. Have a good read :)
