I've always heard the phrase "time heals all wounds." but honestly, I think that's the biggest lie ever told. time makes things worse. if time healed wounds I wouldn't feel my heart constrict every time I heard your name. you've got your hooks in my skin so deeply, why won't you take them out?
but then I remember that I'm the problem. you'll take them out but I'll push them back in, much deeper each time. only because the pain is the only thing I have left to hold on to. the only thing I have left to remind me that we were actually real. that you aren't just a hallucination, a figment of my imagination.
at the same time, I really do want to push you away. so I could try to find happiness again. it's been almost a year, and I don't want to remember myself before then. last night, I lied awake for what felt like hours, reminiscing on you and me.
so I'll stay in my confinement, my agonizing little heaven, of what used to be you and me and just pray that one day, you remember.
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poetic
Poetry(poetry): -literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of the distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. - a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regar...
