I loved you with my entirety;
with every fresh wound that soaked in my skin
you were everything the moon is to me-
wholeness, a confidant & the unspoken promise of illumination on the darkest of nights
my insides crumble knowing I’ve lost you
or
maybe because I never really had you at all
it was beautiful, wasn’t it?
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Author:
sincerelymarie (
Offline) - Published: November 19th, 2022 04:03
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Nice. Short and to the point!
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