𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ❞
you held the blueprint to my heart ,
but you never once took notice of it
w/ o realizing how much that hurts .
blueprint ─ a plan or design that tells
how something might be achieved
com...
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all these poems a painful album of my love and hurt despite my efforts
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( a/n - longer than usual chapter ahead :') rip my descriptive skills, I'm too used to writing descriptive in present, why is this in past tense aaaaa )
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'Excuse me...excuse...' Murmurings filled the stale, dusty air as the train skidded to a halt and the doors slid open with a ding. Passengers flooded out and I slipped into the train, wedging my frame between a tall hiker and a pudgy man, pulling a luggage behind me.
I rushed to the nearest available seat and made myself comfortable on the hard, cold aluminum. A warm, stale blanket that tasted of sweat and metal wrapped around me as more people cramped in, bringing damp, hot breaths into the already musty air.
Everyone finally settled down into hushed whispers when the train jolted awake, accelerating smoothly into a dark tunnel. The moment we emerged from the cloak of gloom, torrents of fiery colours gushed into the scenery.
Delicate, golden leaves pirouetted down invisible spirals of wind, spinning through the air before getting whisked away by the cocoon of currents enveloping the train's gleaming, silver body. The bed of scattered vibrant ambers, bronzes and scarlets was whipped up into swirls and swirls of blazing flames that launched up and blossomed at the center of the window, tumbling down the glass like fluttering, caramel feathers. Thin trees stretched up to the sky and flickered between vivid hues of rich honey, deep brown and brilliant crimson.
I pressed my face against the window and watched the dazzling sun rays pierce through the concoction of radiant colours. I felt as though I could discern the soft rustling of leaves and feel the gentle wind brush against my cheek. A light rain had begun and crystal droplets streamed down near my cheeks. The glinting leaves merged together into streaks of bright paint, contrasting with the feelings of guilt and sadness in my heart.
I didn't even say goodbye.
I supposed it was for the best. Yesterday was my last day with all of you, and honestly, I had fun. Except, as usual, you weren't there.
But didn't matter anymore, I was gonna let go of it all.
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