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Maybe it was a beautiful thing
that she felt unloved.
How was it possible that she felt on top of the world
but also like she was drowning?
She was always patiently awaiting the unexpected
it was the only thing that made her feel fulfilled.
Unfortunately
the downfall swam right past her
when the only time she ever let herself
feel beautiful
was when she was wearing the smile he gave her.
She would ride these waves
of insecurity and unfulfillment
the most when she was alone.
It was at those times that she would drown
and lose herself the most,
and in a few moments
her shiny bubble of “jois-de-vivre”
that lit up her whole world would collapse.
These waves then led to the fall
of her favourite concept;
She told herself that
perhaps
it was the kind of love
that only existed
in the beauty
of the moments
that they had spent together.
It might not have been the first time
she had ever felt unloved,
but her heart
did break the most for him.
Because as she would come to learn,
she could not conjure him
to grant her
the kind of love that she
so desperately desired.
It was the aftermath
of their cyclonic depart
that taught her
it wasn’t him who was meant to rebuild her;
But, that he was her
wake
up
call
to finally
swim to her island of love that always existed within, and floated around her.
About the Creator
Abbey
ʙʟᴏɢ.
Now publishing in the first draft form for a more authentic experience
“O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?"
― Dante Alighieri, Divine Comedy
© 2022 abbey
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