"I tried writing as I wait for you, about the way it felt wrong that the sun had been setting without your presence.
About the way something happens, and I think of you because you've always been the person I share my raw stories with, and how emptying it is to know I couldn't come home to you anymore. About how I couldn't look at everything without seeing you, and how I wonder how you could see everything without seeing me anymore.
About my avoidance from your belongings that sit quietly in my room, and the way they achingly remained the same while you didn't. I tried writing as I numb my own pain, about how I've been sleeping too much to survive another day.
About how I wish I'm strong enough to disappear from you too. How my inbox is filled with replies you aren't sending me. How the world could feel heavily empty when you're trying to re-learn how be with yourself alone after being used to breathing with someone you thought would never use your life's emergency exit door, and the way he didn't pack his bag and just went on. I tried writing as I endure the silence, that when I got on the plane, I didn't know that something would be lost to me.
Or someone. How I didn't know how to pull through as I pay the price for my short-lived happiness, and the way I keep my on-going mayhem all to myself. How I didn't know how to cope after losing the person that made all my sufferings bearable.
I tried writing about my indescribable longing for you that remained unhealed, but I couldn't. I feel so emptied from words. I'm not ready to write about you,
because it would mean that I had started to let you go when I never wanted to untie my life from yours, because it would mean the end for us when I never saw an ending with you."
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PoetryYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
