I want you to cry,
like I did.
I want you to feel powerless and broken,
like I did.
I want you to feel the sharp pains in your chest,
knowing you lost something you couldn't even imagine loosing,
because even just the thought alone hurt too much.
I want you to loose sleep because your mind kept running to thoughts of us together,
leaving a hole in your heart and a lump in your throat.
Just
like
I
did.
But truthfully,
I don't want any of that for you at all.
Because the thought of you even feeling a little bit of the pain that I experienced when you left,
hurts me more.
I guess that's love.
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Things I swallowed and wrote instead
PoetryMy name is Simone and I have been in a serious love/hate relationship with my job for the last five years. I am a photographer in a private photo studio onboard a cruise ship, a job that has turned me into somewhat of a cynic after everything I have...
