As he looked at the rivulet
Running down the mountains,
It dawned on me,
That I have lost him
As a person,
a friend,
a lover.
I have completely lost him.
No longer is he recognizable,
or loving,
or caring.
He just doesn't give a fuck.
Silence and agony won our conversation
Of people,
Of small talk.
He is there, but no longer there.
I lost him.
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Poetry:My Only Friend
PoezieIn a world where falling in love is so rare, I fell in love with poetry. It gave me understanding. I write to understand my pain. I write to feel my pain and transcend it. I feel my words, I feel the past, the present, I envision the future, all th...
