I know I break myself
into pieces as I often
cut myself with the shards
I promise you I have
tried to feel everything
less immensely but my
soul can feel every
missing pieceIt would be a lie to say
I did not cry when your
stars stopped kissing
my nighttime skyI still feel my heart ache
when the sunlight shines
too bright to love anything
close enoughI promise myself it gets
better as I inject those words
in my veins but I often cut
my blood supply offThey tell me it is insignificant
but I still have tangled bed
sheets from all of my sleepless
nightsI can only hope I am
remembered as gentle
even when I am too
harsh on myself.—
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𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 ☆彡
Poesía❃.✮:▹ 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝟸 𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 ◃:✮.❃