I just need someone to be there.
Always be there.
To stop...
The hurt
The pain
The betrayal
... I feel within myself.
To make the screams I hear,
Into mummers.
To make the air I fill up in my lungs, pure.
To make me feel like a dream... not a nightmare.
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Split
PoetryA love so pure you are committed guilty. A love so sweet you are left tasteless. They were the heart in your body and when they left, you got split in two. It's okay. It's okay to feel loss, to feel pain, to feel broken, because we are gonna heal...
