Birthdays make me anxious, I knew my senses were dead when mine didn't. Maybe it's because the wind blew away all I had to feel... together with the love I had for the lust I had for what I thought you were, not you.
The hidden letters to my heart constantly consist of me requesting courage and instead each night you're furnishing it with sorrow and desolation. Later I realize that I have been drowning in the misconception of happy endings then I realize that this place just isn't for that.
I know how long it took you to heal, it took me much more than that and since then... I've been hiding my emotions inside my diary pages or under my bed, sometimes on my skin and I only realize the depth when I come to see the tears racing down my eyes at a steady high speed then I think to myself... this must be the time
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2017
PoetryThis is a series of poems about the year 2017; each month at a time. Hope you enjoy and come back for more?
