After a while,
Forgetting you was like picking scabs off an old wound,
Painless.
But I knew,
That at one point,
The agony that it had caused,
Had come close to killing me.
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Stelliferous
PoetryWords strung together by a broken heart.... Coming out jumbled by a wary mind.... Do read if you think that Words can either build our worlds Or destroy them. "And when your whole, wide world is lost in the abyss, I'll be that start that guides you...
Scabbing Wounds
After a while,
Forgetting you was like picking scabs off an old wound,
Painless.
But I knew,
That at one point,
The agony that it had caused,
Had come close to killing me.
