• ab intra •
from within
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7/2/20
memories of you resurface once and a while but they don't bring joy like they used to
only remorse and dismay
only catching yourself when you fall because he can't
only weeping petals floating to the ground as a gentle chant of he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not closes with he-loves-me-not
only holding your half-beating heart in your hands
bump… bump… bump...
only writing poetry as an aide-memoire to stop holding your heart out to him
for he shall never be cautious with it
he will run with it like a young child who hasn't yet discovered the danger of scissors
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the poetry in this book is shorter than this poem. all written by me.
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شِعر𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒾 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒾 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓊𝓃ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓎 → original poetry → written from july 2018 to nov. 2019 Copyright © 2020 broken-statues
