we're on two ends of the rope
i'm pulling as hard as i can
the more i pull
the heavier the other end becomes
i feel the sting of the rope rubbing against my palms
but no amount of pain could equal to the pain of losing you
so i hold on
maybe for a while
maybe forever
but you let go
despite my end was the least heaviest
you just didn't want me anymore.
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cigarettes and sunsets
Puisia collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
