the importance of your love didn’t reach me
Your love didn’t teach me
Your love didn’t welcome me the way your uterus did
You shaped me
You grew me
You held me for 9 months arms free With no space to breathe
You birthed me
Then desert me
The importance of your love is everything
The importance of your love meant treating me like the rest
The importance of your love would of been the best
The importance of your love could of been a vest
A vest from the world and it’s hateful bullets they torn me to pieces with no remorse I’m shooketh
I look to you and I feel nothing I feel empty emotions I feel but I don’t feel
Because the importance of your love never felt the need to fill me because you thought I wasn’t important enough for your love to see you.
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Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti3 days ago in Fiction
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