I see you everywhere,in the way the rain falls,heavy and relentless,clinging to the glassas if it, too, is afraid to let go.You are in the spaceswhere silence grows,in the crack between breaths,in the hollow of my chestwhere your name still echoes.You are not here,and yet,you are everywhere.I carry you like a woundthat refuses to heal,a … Continue reading A Lingering Love
In the dance of love, I tried to lead, But now it's evident, we both must concede. The pain of staying, it cuts deep, Breaking promises, we were meant to keep. Your touch on the street, a middle of the road dancefloor romance, But now it's faded, lost in a trance. Where I used wake … Continue reading Dance of Love
Amidst the wreckage of what was once our sanctuary, I’ve been doing things on my own terms. The fragments of our love story lay scattered, like forgotten pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that we never managed to complete. In this moment, I feel like only you know me, or was it just another version of … Continue reading Shards of Uncertainty
You showed me I wasn't important to you when you were happily and 'secretly' giving your attention to other people. You showed me I didn't matter to you when you gave your time so freely to others but it came at cost to me. You showed me I wasn't important to you when you took … Continue reading You showed me…
Do you think we could share just one more kiss? I want to see if I can find closure on your lips. And solace in your taste. How about one more breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I'd be full and happy until we part our ways. But maybe we could grab dessert in one of the … Continue reading Shattered Glass Hearts
I think it takes somebody pretty incredible to love someone who is broken. To look past those broken shattered pieces, those gaps and faults and to view the complete and the whole. They have to be a gentle and caring sort of person. To treat someone with so much care and not worry about getting … Continue reading Broken
Its been five hours since you left, And ripped the rug out from underneath, This comfy position that we have enjoyed, For the last 410 hours. A self confessed eccedentesiest, And an eesome enigmatic character, Embarking on a gin fuelled fantasy, Winding down a treacherous path, That leads to a foggy haze. A night of … Continue reading The Breaking
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