When someone dies, life doesn't warn you, especially when it's someone you love. Everyone tells us that we can move along and get over it, like a dusty trail we walk and forgot was there.
Love could be cruel if she wanted to be,
Seeing the faces, knowing the name, hearing the voices...seeing the ghost of the past that never seems to ever leave.
What do I do now? Should I even fall in love again or will she trick me like she did and take those names and faces away from me.
Growing up with the fear of turning out like your family who never love anyone... is terrifying.
One day I'll see him again. Maybe not now, one day.
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Damaged
PoetryJust a series of poems that I write when I'm down or when I want to write inspirational poems
