Every time I see him I wish to tell him how badly I ache, how badly I hurt. But I push myself into the back of my dark closet with most of the things I wish to forget and trap myself without words in order for him to be happy because I know that if I were to say something about how much I hurt it would ruin things and it would hurt him. So if anything I'll stay hurt so he can stay happy. He wins.
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The longing for you, The ending of us.
PoetryThe longing for you, The ending of us is a collection of poems, letters, excerpts from stages of my life and relationships. With this I hope to show that no matter what you are going through at the time you are not alone. No matter how alone you fee...
