You were my first
but never my last.
you took my breath away
and broke my heart in two
i loved you with all i had,
yet you never appreciated it,
instead of loving me the same
you loved her instead
i write this poem today
in hopes that you see it one day.
i also wish you all the best
i wish your dreams may come true
i hope you show her love and
compassion,
i hope you can also give her your,
time and attention.
Please do me one favor though,
always remember that,
you will always be my first.
About the Creator
Supsie M
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis6 days ago in Humans
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