If you were not made for me,
why does it hurt so much?
My throat is tied up, my lungs are tired of having no air,
my heart can no longer handle the closure that was barely there.
Crowded and socially anxious,
yet also left alone, colours dripping off a blank canvas.
My heart like a sundown - a chilly evening,
the beginning of hours of darkness,
the warmth in my soul slowly dying,
the only hope - the rising sun in the morning.
I feel all yet nothing the same,
my dreams and my love seem to no longer fit the frame.
If you were not made for me,
why does it hurt so much?
Your memory is only in my brain,
the crying and years of waiting have all been in vain.
©️ TrueTrizz
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White Lies • a decade's diary
PoetryAbout the girl I used to be, am currently and will be in the future. • » Look in the mirror and you'll see me clearer « • white lie noun plural noun: white lies a harmless or trivial lie, especially one told to avoid hurting someone's feelings.
