You always had it in you. He didn't give it to you. The poems you gave birth to. So when he leaves it is only him that leaves. The poems stay. They are the ones that comfort you after he shuts the door. You will look at them and smile knowing that you've loved someone so deeply. That you were capable of such a thing called love. That you are still capable of it despite all the mourning. That you are capable of finding it deep inside yourself this time around. I love you & I am proud of you for making it alive. This goes out to a new year. New goals, new people, leave the old you behind.
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True To Self
PoetryI am writing this for myself. For self-love. Feel free to read..
