Numbness is followed with the weight of sorrow and under the loudness of false silence.
How to understand that thyself cannot bear to be unearthed? Thyself bleed too much. Either thyself yearn obsessively or not at all and that's bcz of the grip of self pitying, self-sabotaging rumination. Thyself has a heart that eats itself and feeds the grief tangled in the marrows of her ribcage. Thyself is a forgotten trinket on a plate and a burden of doubt flowing wherever, then ebbs and weeps a river. And thyself cannot slip within the spaces of someone's thumb’s bittersweet abandon.
And one day If I grew too tired to love this terrible rot, I know no amount of grieving would suffice the loss. So I hope the universe would cut off the thread soon. It's tiring to wait for every fortune.
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PoetryIt's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.
