marți, ianuarie 5

parts.

You're like the wind.
Unhooking parts of me that I spent so much time to find and attach.
I miss you.
Though you're near, I miss you so much.
You're stealing back the parts of you that you gave me.
Those tiny bits that once were my only nectar of life.
It only takes a loss.
A loss or a gap that you didn't fill.
To make me feel like I could die.
I always forget to feel hurt when it happens.
Hurt comes late to me.
It enters my heart, tired of me.
Even my hurt is tired of me.
So I've started to forget to suffer.
But it still hits me from time to time.
And just because I forgot how it is, it seems like an earthquake could attack me.
And then all that's left is shredded parts.
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