lately i've been thinking a lot about
what it means to be a loverand i know i was not meant to love one person
but instead to learn how to love anothermy love was not meant to be filled
but to be molded for the person i lovedso if i were ever to love another
i would have to mold again to refill the spaces

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Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings