When you walked away,
I felt pain for the first time.
I realised that it was one thing to accept yourself, but it was another to accept pain.
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My fingers still trace over the pictures of you I kept under my bed.
My fingers still enjoy being cut by their edges, and crying for help when no one can save them.
And that's okay.
My eyes still light up at the sound of your voice, even if it's just your omnipresent echoes.
My eyes still weep when you pretend you never inscribed my name onto your neck.
And that's okay.
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A/N: sorry for not publishing, I've been working on some poems exclusively for Foyles Young Poets so I couldn't write much for Wattpad. Hope you like this 💔
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