you lost all the memories.
all the hangovers and the tears,
everything you once said was dear,
but I did not.
you once felt so deeply,
so pure and so dark,
but it was just from the start,
because I did not.
I did not forget.
I did not move on.
I did regret,
I felt nothing from now on.
I hid,
I cried,
I restrained the darkness inside.
I cherished everyone who died.
everything that was wrapped in melancholy,
everything that's torn apart.
was only existing temporarily,
and it was built to burn my heart.
- how did you survive?
YOU ARE READING
loquacious
Poetrylo·qua·cious /lōˈkwāSHəs/ adjective tending to talk a great deal; talkative. "never loquacious, Sarah was now totally lost for words" (photos in the book aren't mine. credits to the rightful owners.) 5 •7 - 10 • 29
