it felt nice
to wake up alone in the morning
and not have to tell someone
you love them
when they stopped loving you first,
and you feel like a ruined city:
an island,
isolated with beautiful scenery
but plagued
with boiling waters
and monstrous demons.
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Well conveyed metaphors wrecked me. Fabulous work.
Thank you 🙂
Niall, it does feel nice to wake up alone sometimes. Unfortunately never read Game of Thrones, but I take your words for it.
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