"what was your favorite part about loving him?" the words were but a whisper from her lips, tears clouding her eyes as she begged for something to hold onto something tangible and real.
"he was very empowering - living life like everyday was his last. he'd paint portraits of solar systems one day and the next he'd write biographies of the sun, all because he'd promised me to never stop trying to live." her fingertips grazed her lips, a ghost of a smile playing unpon them.
"so he was happy?" hope lit up her broken voice like nothing i'd ever heard before.
"that would've been an understatement. he was even more infatuated with living after being given what felt like a death sentence, it's like it finally gave him the opportunity to breathe."
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a year full of life
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from the year 2020. some are from various poetry prompt lists on instagram.
