i remember
the look
on your face
when you talked
about her
as if she
was just another person
as if
everything;
was the same.
as if
nothing
ever happened.
I've never had
a second thought
of whether I
REALLY love you
until today.
- you can ruin me without even trying.
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Hiraeth: A Collection of Poems
PoetryHiraeth: a Welsh concept of longing for home. A type of homesickness, but for a home that you can't return to, or one that perhaps never existed. Aren't we all looking for home?
