"i thought i lost him,
but he came back.
i think that's him,
he has his stripped shirt on, hair messy.
he had few small moles scattered on his face
no cuts on his wrists and
i don't know his name.
but i think he is beautiful
and that's all i know.
he was beautiful.
and it was him,
the one i couldn't save.
the one
i will always have to lose to,
to fate.
to destiny.
to love.
but this time,
he won't push me away
'cause this time it'll be me.
i will love him,
always.
and i will wait
till the sun rises again,
so that i could turn to him
just like sunflowers would
towards the sun
just like any other day.
and only one story will be told
that once upon a time,
there was a boy,
it was him.
and there was a girl,
it was her.
they were beautiful
together.
until they disappeared.
into the depths
where there were
no sunlight
for sunflowers
to turn to.
i promised to fix him
like they promised to fixed me.
but promises were left
to be broken
and souls,
to be untouched.
be happy.
for i couldn't fix you.
but i found you
and loved you.
and till the day
the sun promises to rise
and the sunflowers,
to be alive.
you'll be my sunlight
and i promise to make you
mine."
-her
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her - book ii ✓
Poetry"it was her." ⚠ tw: mentions of topic like cancer, death. ⚠ [lower case intended] +🥇 place in the Aureate Awards: Short Story +🥇 place in the Bookaholics Zeal Awards: Poetry ©all rights reserved. 2020 (vaulce) -[31/10/ 2020] -[03/11/ 2020]✓ : curr...
