at first they get you used to them
allow you to get attached
but someday they just break you
leave you alone in all those broken pieces
they leave and pretend as if they had never been there
but actually, they had been
the broken pieces that they left
have their prints all over them
-jk
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I know the feeling well. Thank you for the post! Best regards.
thank you too! best regards.
this is so so beautiful. torn straight from my heart. amazing job
thank you so much! kind regards.
of remnant fragments
that accumulate, to manifest
what warmth, we excavate
for ourselves - in our heart,
and what wisdom, we glean
from the rivers in our mistakes;
indeed, we Must - cherish
all those influences, in our lives
that help curate
the 'Who', in what we are
and
the what: of 'Who' we Aspire
to become...
(a brilliant poem
I connected with your meaning, on a somewhat surreal level of intuitive relatability,
or maybe
I'm just lost in my own mirage
of selfish, interpretation
but still, I thank you - humbly
for choosing to share
these choice, words of wisdom)
I literally love your comment! thank you so much! also the poem choice is very accurate.
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