As Catastrophe knocked on my door more than once today; I opened my eyes to see and live another day.
More than twice I looked at myself in the mirror and watched as I disintegrated before my eyes. For I didn't took care of myself; I wasn't alive.
Three times I said I loved him. Three times he said he didn't. And how can I give up when I still have my spirt?
That everything is going to be okay. The fifth day I stayed at home and watched myself in the mirror and knew that things weren't black, just in shades of gray.
Six meals I ate on Wednesday, because Monday reminded me too much of you and I only ate one. And how? How can I love anyone if you are gone?
And on Sunday I watched as I lifted myself from the ground and dried my eyes. Picked up the pieces you left and never looked back.
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Three souls of mine
PoetrySo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
