Destined were you to me.
Just when I believed I have moved on, you popped up in the notification bar.
How could that little girl, falling for you, every second of your absence, not get back to you?
Back To You ,for holding your hand, making you normal to your two feets while only one worked. tell you, you are enough, the way you are, with half of you moving with the life and half laid back to something unfortunate.
But that half is what I have carried with me for last 5 years.
Were you always this empty?
Or this hardship is making you mine?
Mine because I still feel so fine.
Fine with your scares and all the cracks.
Cracks that the world pokes in, make you angry and remind you, of the old, all fine you.
But I still feel no difference for I loved that Soul.
The Soul that fought back to life and where,to begin with, I drowned to be saved just by you.!!
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Healing Cadavers
PoetryA Thought Catalogue to heal you from everything left to die and decay. Any literature won't seep into your bones until it breaks you before healing. This book talks about hurting, bleeding, realising and loving your halves. I Turned His Lies Into P...
