It’s still hard to breathe when I see you in my dreams.
if so happens , that a photo of you appears before the darkness of my eyes. I can feel the faintness of a tear, not visible to anyone, yet. I can feel it . It’s there.
To fall in love , for me. Was a one time thing. It’s never the same, nor will I ever feel again.
it burdens me , that those who lay beside me now, deserve so much more. They lay by an empty shell. They wish to believe. But the lowering of my eyes is enough to get by.
I still hate the self, for it lost you. I still try to forgive, and sometimes I do, but the mind erases its calm, whenever I think if you. And it’s a daily thing. Not a days gone by. Where I feel the cold crawl against my arms.
i always find myself scoffing over fools who demand entitlement for closure.
Nobody on our planet is entitled to anything. But the life they bear. And even then, the body is only ours temporarily, for eventually , even the self will one day give up on its body. And so what then, .
Or must you stay, attached, to a rotten corpse, for it so is entitled to your self. Lol, I scoff at anyone who demands entitlement .
When it’s learned that time is still . When you become still. I wonder mark…. Will you find your way back to this moment ? Will you loop in such a way …. Or will you. Move on ,
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