reminiscing.

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The memories I have with him

Hits me like a wave.

A wave of sadness

Washes over me

Depriving me of my 

Temporary joy.


A wave of hope 

Washes over me

I reminisce about 

The laughter, the cries

The tears flowing through my eyes.


Hands intertwined,

His eyes looking into mine,

So loving, so affectionate.


His lips crashing into mine,

The sweetness of his lips.

The bittersweet flavour,

Of his broken heart 

Flowing into mine.


I had known him 

For only a fortnight,

Yet it felt like a lifetime.

My lover.

He was all mine,

Until it all tore down.


My castle, my fortress

My love, my muse

Destroyed.

Stolen away from me.


And maybe he’ll find someone

Perhaps better than me

Who shall make him happy

Happier than I did.


And I’ll wait at the porch for his arrival

A ray of hope still glimmering,

Seeping through the cracks of my heart 

Waiting. That's what I’m best at.   

               

Comments

  1. AnonymousMarch 15, 2025 at 6:34 AM

    Damn ! You love him so much girl !

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  2. AnonymousJune 8, 2025 at 5:41 PM

    He’s not worth it omg😭

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  3. AnonymousJune 20, 2025 at 10:34 PM

    Hey, I want to tell you that you're hair is all messy, nvm, now you have a smile on your face don't you, cool, so I dunno who the faggot was who left you, but your love for the man is genuine, and never Ever, hate yourself for loving, anyone, anything, one must not regret human nature, for what is love really, many poets have pondered a worthy allegory, but i have none for you, is it the butterflies in your stomach when you see him, is it the skipping of a heartbeat? I have no idea, but I can tell you something, for how overrated I thought it was, when I loved it was the time I felt most alive, that and when I dove into nihilist waters after a brutal and drawn out rejection. I no longer feel anything anymore, but well, I would like to end with a question. How would you rate your life with him and your life with the thought of him? Is it the same value?

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