"One day someone is going to hug you so tight, that all of your broken pieces will stick back together."

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"One day someone is going to hug you so tight, that all of your broken pieces will stick back together."
When i ask about those who love you,i don't mean the one you lay with,the one you kiss,or even the one who makes your heart race like no one else is able to.Not the ones you bring your joy to,but the ones who know your pain.The ones who know the names of each and every demon.When i ask you to tell me about the people who love you,i mean the ones who hold your tears when the sadness tries to drown you,the ones who bring a candle and stay by your side when life is dark,i want to know about the people who took the universe from your shoulders when you were certain life would crush you.I'm not asking about the pretty face that you paint into a fairytale,I am asking about those who taught you what it means to love.
We don't need somebody to fix us, sometimes we just need somebody to love us while we fix ourselves.
There are eternal days
there are rare moments
there are rare days alongside eternal moments
everything must have felt
the fear
the anguish
love
to talk about her
no summer metaphors
one must have lived in forgotten Atlantis
where the mirrors
the curious looks
the thrown things
foreshadow this poem
because in fact the future is already decided
and only the past can be changed
and if it was forgotten
doesn't deserve to be remembered.
He watered her roots,because he simply loved to see her grow.
Progress is dancing to the same song you used to cry to.
There are days of mute reflections
in which words only serve to keep the blue on paper
and the houses are names of rivers
running to the sea
Let the bed welcome your solidary body
show you in truth
because you are the same in him
satiate your hunger for names and beings
untie the dense knots
and run free
Come closer.
I need your eyes lit so I don't crash into the void.
To not be cold.