i think i didn't miss you until i got a taste of what i'd been missing all these months. when you finally held me again, i wept when you left. when your lips finally touched mine again, they felt wrong moving without yours afterwards. when i finally got to stare into your ocean eyes again, the memory of them was burned into my gaze after you were gone. i had pushed you out of my mind and tried to forget about you. then you came back, and when you had to go, i had gotten a taste of what i'd been missing and having to say those goodbyes again tore at my heart until it was in more pieces than before. i think what i hate more than you leaving, is then suddenly having to remember everything i had before i lost you.
—don't make me say goodbye again.
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realities of a broken soul | poetry
PoetryA collection of my private, most cherished poems. authors note: certain poems talk in relation to self harm or depression, including mentions of suicide. such poems are marked with an "(x)" in the chapter title.
