this is my accepting that sometimes beautiful things end. this is me understanding that there is nothing i can say, or do, to fix that. this is me coming to terms with the fact that something leaving is an act of love, too. that sometimes you have to walk away from something soft and hauntingly real, that sometimes hearts don't align. but this is me accepting that endings don't have to be messy. this is me understanding how incredible it really is — that for a moment in time, in a world of billions, two strangers were in the right place, at the right time, and something transpired between them. this is my heart swelling with the thought — that at one point in time, we were the lucky ones. at one point in time, we beat the odds.
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Poetry Feelings
Poetrythese are just a few poems i like, and thought i would share them.
