You're gone yet you're still with me. The love died like the flowers you gave me slowly but all at once.
Neither of us saw it coming.
Things happen in the most unexpected of ways.
I would have to say even though it was tough the love of the months was special and I wish I could go back to the start but this: wasn't meant to be. It's hard for me to accept this but I will. Like a worm wanting to turn into something beautiful I will move on seeing things as beautiful even though I am only a moth.
~E.M.C
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
