I started missing myself because I was missing you. I knew you left spaces inside my heart that nobody else could occupy.
I started gripping the air telling them it just keeps hurting inside and I don't know how to help myself get out from being trapped from the love that ended in front of me.
I was desperate to stop the hurt that stayed even after the person who gave me reasons to cry has already left."
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoetryYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
