I go days,
weeks
without thoughts of you,
or feeling like my heart may shatter
at any given moment.
My mind tricks me into believing
the pain is passing,
that I'm in love with you
is turning into I was in love with you.
That I can love you peacefully,
love you as a brilliant person and friend,
love you as beautiful mind and memory,
love you as something that made me better.
Then like a cloud of smoke it vanishes
and I realize there is still this big part of me
that is in love with you,
that just wants you to hold me
and remind me that eventually
I will no longer feel like a hollowed out
version of myself and who I want to be.
Everything piles up
and I can never seem to tell
which one I want to happen
because while I'm sure I can love again
I'll never love another like I did you.
I only know I want to be at peace once more.

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Thoughts of a Silent Girl
PoetryThe difference between quiet and silence is: Quiet people are heard eventually Silent people die with their thoughts