poetry

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"I heard goodbye lands softly between the footsteps we've taken, and the sunrises that have paused before your name. Sometimes the idea of another day is too much for a smile, sometimes the smell of rain doesn't mix with the midnight of your eyes. tomorrow will be the softer part of the ache, the skin that only graphs these memories when your complexion fades, but maybe I have touched you too often. Maybe we aren't meant to find answers, for as long as I breathe, you're never alone. The world is mostly quiet when we're alone, faced with certain thoughts I don't know how to react. the tenderness that once rushed through my face when i first heard your words come to life, i knew that i will love you indefinitely. like the bruises of the night sky when the sun isn't around, i coat you inside of every metaphor because in some way it means that you're still here and it saddens me to say that i'll always keep a photo of you close by even when you were to shy to take them yourself. The world is mostly quiet when we're alone, faced with certain thoughts I don't know how to react quick enough. the joy that once bled through your veins and showed me that love doesn't have to mean sex, it can mean a conversation that's held in high regards. i've learned that people who really give a fuck about you, they carry a certain vibe and you can feel it. The world is mostly quiet when we're alone, faced with the reality that you never made it home-- I wonder about the blues that played inside of your head that night I left you alone. how terrible to be surrounded by your own guilts and flaws, you danced to the whims of maybe, just maybe this time-- things will work out. I don't know how I'll make it through this without you. The world is mostly quiet now. Home is mostly quiet now. You are still loud enough for me to hear through all of this silence that they have whispered into my ears-- I'm afraid to leave you alone even when I've yet to make it home myself. I wonder if you stopped by our favorite spot or listened to hours upon hours of your favorite songs before you wrote those letters. The world is mostly quiet now and I don't know if I want to sleep on my bed tonight. The stars have kept us company for many moons-- tonight is not any different. The only thing that is missing is... you."