And I thought by the time the last teardrop falls from my eyes, I would have found myself peacefully accepting that we have reached the tragic epilogue of our story;
that if you gave me the closure I have always sought for, I would stop finding solace in swimming in the ocean filled with your memories;
that once you have answered all the questions you've left me with, I would not be asking for another day to look upon your face and be locked in your embrace;
and I believed when I have instilled these thoughts in my mind, pursuing the path of wanting to be happy again would be easy.
But I suppose, I never imagined that, after knowing that kind of pain, I would still be yearning for the happiness nobody else can give but the person who broke my heart into a thousand tiny pieces.
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Mediocrity
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose that border on mediocrity. Do not expect anything great here.
