"the greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."
loss
it's been a really long while
since i lost what i loved
it doesn't matter anymore
i'll get used to losing much.
i will get through it somehow,
get used to being broken apart
and being put back together,
a little like a china doll
because gold shines brighter
when it is scoured
and diamonds shine brighter
when they are cut
so i let these bruises show,
i don't hide them anymore.
i've got scars
and i'll make them known.
the pain gets hard sometimes
but i have my lost love
and it keeps me strong,
helps me fight my demons.
it has been a long while
since i lost what i loved
i don't regret it,
i'm used to losing much
YOU ARE READING
the musings of a wallflower
Poetry"that day, he came to me and pointed at the sky, saying, 'What a beautiful, beautiful moon.' but he was all i could see" i write of infinite dreams to escape harsh reality. shortlisted for wattys 2018
