It's quite unfortunate,
How no matter how many times I shut the door on you,
Your existence is unavoidable.
It's quite remorseful,
How the inexplicable memories can't escape my head,
And the meaningless indignancy can't escape my tongue.
It's quite inextricable,
How I can't find who I am,
Because I'm endlessly searching for your soul among millions of others,
Instead of searching for myself.
It's quite unexplainable,
The numbing and insensible feeling that overwhelms your heart,
When you finally realize that he's gone,
And no matter how hard you try,
He won't come back.
It's quite painful,
Containing the knowledge that you're gone too,
Because you were so preoccupied finding him,
That you lost yourself along the way.
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Unwritten Letters - Poems And Quotes
PoetrySome of these may belong to me, some of them may not.
