Deleting messages and burning photos and letters is not wishing that those memories didn’t exist.
They are like funerals for unrequited love.
It is taking out splinters from my wounds so I can heal.
They exist somewhere
They always will.
But I’m hoping one day I will wake up when hearing your name won’t feel like a dagger to my chest.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poesia'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
