Is it true?
My heart whispers.Could he really feel for me knowing damn well how much I cling to others, like stars to the sky?
Knowing how much it matters to me just when someone smiles at me. Knowing damn well how much it hurts when people forget to text me. Knowing damn well how I love someone as if it's the last thing on this world for me.To him, you're just
another drunken night
of his life,
My mind yells.
Tomorrow he won't even remember you.Slowly, like blood
dripping out of a cut,
My heart agrees.He won't.
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eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poesie[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way...