coming to terms with the fact
that i feel lonely
far too often
is far more difficult
than i imagined.
i simply miss people.
these months have been hard
to deal with.
and i keep worrying that when i see
the people i miss again,
they won't have missed me as much.
a physical pain resides in my chest,
next to the shattered remains of a clock.
they both remind me of that
which i'd rather forget.
those i miss,
and those that do not miss me.
i wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is to be with someone.
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love is like a roller coaster
شِعر𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. the hopeless ramblings of a hopeless romantic. > (completed)
