collection no.3

Breaking up when there is nothing to break

love is a sweet whisper

but hard truths come screaming

demanding of a reckoning

for the illusory version of your reality

that kept you going

?

i cant decide if not experiencing the things i have

would be a blessing or a curse

my body is floating while i am heavy in my mind

waiting patiently for an exit

so i can leave my life behind

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why would you kiss me like that

talk to me like that

touch me like that

only for it to end up like that