There's always been things I wanted to tell him, there will always be unsaid words between the breaths of air that coated our late night kisses with a haze of melancholy. There was always going to be fully processed thoughts floating in the abyss of what we decided was our normal, hoping to one day be good enough and easy enough for him to comprehend. I guess I could never even fully comprehend and i don't know how I expected him to. I don't know either way there's things that will never be said dragged through the mud of what could of been. Our pasts trapped around us like a world wind. Alone, lost, left in the dark.
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The longing for you, The ending of us.
PoetryThe longing for you, The ending of us is a collection of poems, letters, excerpts from stages of my life and relationships. With this I hope to show that no matter what you are going through at the time you are not alone. No matter how alone you fee...
