I believe one day, I will feel somewhat whole again.
One day, I'll be back where I was before I met you, before I split my heart in two to create room for you, before I put on a blindfold and let you lead me.
Lead me through a superficial nightmare, lead me through the beautiful pain I got addicted to, lead me to my grave and leave me there to bury myself alive.
Alive, yet dead; dead, but breathing.
One day, I will find my way back there, back to the hell I was okay in, before you showed me your "heavens".
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To the ex I never dated
PoesíaWhat happens when love goes wrong? It drains you of all the love you once had to offer and leaves with a million and one reasons to only want to hate. Some say, you move on. Others say, you stay and fight to set it right. But the elites write their...
