we're seperated by this barrier
called the world,
and I have never heard
two poles meet.
shall we just give up
all the e-mails,
all the letters,
all the love,
all the seperation,
all the nostalgia,
all the pain,
in exchange for
the unbreaking of my heart?
YOU ARE READING
anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
