What I know is
to love you.
What I know is
I miss you.
I miss what used to be,
I loathe what is;
I crave what might have been.
What I know is,
All I know is—
I would have saved us from falling
at the cost of my all.
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Alone | Poetry
PoetrySometimes, you're the loneliest when you're in a room full people. Sometimes, you hurt the most when you can't feel. Loneliness kills.
