If love was not real, there would be no poetry.
If there was no poetry, the world would be gray.
Dark.
Cold.
Love is contradictory.
Love gives us strength but also makes us weak.
It gives us pain to appreciate happiness.
It makes us think a lot but say nothing.
There is true but no eternal love.
One always loves more.
..right?
Or am I just still in grief?
Am I still trying to heal?
Maybe there is eternal love.
Maybe there is someone who loves me as much as I love them.
Maybe I just can't see them, because I still hope that it is you and me in the end.
If only you felt the same.
Love always changes.
It changes us.
Maybe when I finally move on, you will love me.
If my heart manages to let you go at all.
I should let go.
I should move on.
I should let my wounds heal and not create new ones.
But I do not want to go,
because after all, you feel like home.
You are my home.
And I do not want to leave.
12:38 a.m.
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my poems
Поэзияwritten by myself. based on true feelings. may be heartbreaking. for those who feel lonely. for those who are hurt. for those who loved. </3
