And I didn't believe it could happen, even if I was the one leaving, even if it was the right choice, I thought you would linger like a tattoo on my skin, like a stain of red wine on white cloth. But I didn't feel anything at all, like the years by your side had ceased to exist in my memory. How? Why?
Why did my heart was void of feeling? Why was there not an ounce of regret or sadness in my system? I wonder is my heart made of stone? Would it be better to feel broken after leaving than this nauseating nothingness?
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Poetry|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics
