how am i supposed to live this dull, empty, gray life knowing that it's not you i'm coming home to, it's not i'm waking up to? and how am i supposed to live this meaningless life knowing that you're somewhere out there, somewhere so far away, sharing a glass of wine with someone else, laughing at someone else's silly jokes, loving someone who isn't me?
tell me, my dearest love, my oxygen, my home, how am i supposed to accept that our lives are parted forever, that you're somewhere out there and i'm not able to touch you — how am i supposed to accept that i don't know a thing about your life now, that i don't know a single thing about you now.
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dandelion in a storm
Poetrya collection of poems by me to read whenever you feel happy, sad, cozy, or just in the right mood. 🕊 - find me on instagram: @elizabethbagirov cover by: @flowsofly
