And here we return, to part where words are exchanged. Large enough to form some type of conversation- or if you'd call it so. And every time we talk, certain words builds up to certain moment that has me questioning my feelings.
You can break my heart in pieces, but it heals, it bleeds for you. I know it's straightforward but it's the truth, for how much longer can I lie?
For how much longer can I hide?
And now that you're alone, you came creeping back or maybe it's just me; trying to convince myself that I still mean something when I certainly don't. You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it, I want to be in your embrace again. Would it be then be worth it?
For how much longer would this go on?
...it hurts every time knowing I'm not yours, knowing that I never meant anything I thought I was...
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
