took me years to finally admit losing you was losing the biggest part of myself,
letting you back in again was not only impossible not to do,
but it was necessary to being whole.
Living incomplete from my soul was a torture of amnesia,
couldn't remember that I was split into parts,
all I could feel was a numb satisfaction,
as the needle full of novocaine numbs the nerves,
so was my heart, till the splinters came back,
which is when I recalled how much I loved being complete,
inside your smile that sewed me back together again.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
