She ripped your heart in pieces. Left you with a needle and some thread. Stitches and scratches that only time will heal. She said that nothing good lasts forever. She's still in your dreams. High cheekbones and a white button up shirt, staring you down with her brown honey eyes. You both used to sit under an umbrella in the rain - pretending to be things you couldn't be. You used to fill her hair with wild flowers from the fields, and watch the stars in silence, as the darkness creeped upon you. But now these memories makes your cheeks soaked with sadness, and you wonder if she deserves to be forgiven. On nights like these you pick up a gluestick and paste each memory together. You feel like a planet spinning slightly out of your own orbit. You're desperately trying to find your way home. But then you twist her words. Nothing bad lasts forever. You cut your hair to get rid of the past. You stop feeling like something's missing when you're sleeping alone. Finally, you can enjoy the sunlight pouring through the thin curtains in the morning. You move on. Years later you find yourself sitting in your old and broken car, listening to the soundwaves of your radio. The song you used to dance to starts playing, and memories from your late teenage years are spinning through your mind. You wonder where she's right now, and if the thought of you ever stubles across her mind.
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Poetry collection
PoesíaWelcome to the collection of my poetry and other writings that stumbles across my mind at 3 am.
