2. It was the most painful type of loss. You. Slowly melting away. Making sure you burnt every last piece of my heart. You hurt me so bad that pain lost its meaning. But like starry nights, and rain soaked afternoons you were gone too soon. I wish you knew how much of you there is in everything I do. It can be the smallest thing but you're there under the surface of it. What hurt the most was having to pretend that I had stopped hurting long before I was ever healed. I wish you knew how I carry you always, everywhere I go. I was so distracted by how things ended, that I forgot how beautiful the beginning was. Maybe I'm being blinded by the happy memories that we had, that I can't seem to face reality. I hope one day five years from now you stumble across me when I've grown out of you and finally then after not seeing me for all this time it will break your heart. Someday I'll be free. After the pain. After you.
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Lost + Alone
PoetryWhat I hope will be a journey of self discovery. Let's lay back, stare at the ceiling, and cry.
