"There's a soft spot in your heart for every person that left. Like the taste of an old cigarette, like the ache of coming across an old picture, like the cut on your hand that reminds you of falling apart on the bathroom floor. There's a spot in your heart until there's nothing of them left."
An addition by a person on Instagram called sanamlulla that i really liked is going to be below:
" the spot always stays there. But slowly, it fades. And while it is fading, it becomes more hollow and empty. Which leaves you feeling incomplete, like you need something more to make you feel whole. And the more you forget, the emptier you feel. Until you find someone to fill it, you live with a void in your heart."
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Poetic Art
PoetryA bunch of poems with art work or pictures they describe. Most found on tumblr.