My memory reminds me
of how you looked at me
My heart reminds me
of how you loved me
My body reminds me
of how you touched me
And yet
you're not here
You simply don't exist
so how do I have this?
It's because I dream
about a girl like you
And yet
I don't know you
You're not real
You're a simple fantasy
That I want
That I need
But can't have
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❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poetry❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))
