how could my heart be so heavy
when your words were so empty.
how do you keep me up at night
when you are hundreds of miles away.
how do my lips remember yours
when they met so briefly.
i am not sure why you affect me
since i clearly do not affect you.
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No Longer The Moon: A collection of writings from the month of October
Não FicçãoSome days I write because I have to, and I have had many of those days lately. These a collection of thoughts, writings, and poems that I have thus have and will add to.
