It hurts, ya know. Because you were my favorite part of every day. You were my sun and my moon, you were every star in my stupid dipped pink sky. And it just doesn't matter now. Isn't that bizarre? You put your heart and soul into someone else's hands and then it just ends and you have to take everything back. But you can't take everything back. But you want to. But you don't. And you can't. That's the worst part, you can't. You make them the air that you breathe and then they're gone and you have to keep breathing whatever toxicity is left behind, and it hurts. But no one is going to save you, because they can't. And that's the worst part too. You just want someone to take the hurt away for a minute, just a second, but they can't. You have to keep living until the pain gets dull. You don't want to because they were the best part of this life and now they aren't here anymore and they don't even care and you can hardly bear it. But you have to keep living anyways. And it hurts. Ya know? It hurts.
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Things ill Never Tell
Poetry"I told everyone I got over you. too bad I lied..." This story isnt for you. واجهني اذا لك عين. "يعني حلال فيني عذابك؟ عادي طول الليل طاريك بكلامي؟ كلهم يسألوني من تقصد، تصدق حتى انت تسألني معاهم؟" - علي نجم
