I wish you would just leave, turn around and get out of the door.
Out of my life.
I moved on from wallowing in my misery, and I accomplished so much, so much you won't believe I'm the same woman as yesterday.
I learned how to put myself first and how to love myself more, but that doesn't mean that I forgot about you.
That doesn't mean you're not in that rocking chair of yours in that special corner of my heart.
You're still there, and that's such a great honour to you.
I'm still in love with you. Nothing changed.
Except the world thinks I'm some kind of an iron lady; all strong and all forgetful.
Little do they know
That you dwell in my very soul
And that I care about you in a brutal world
Your depature's traces exhausted me
They attack so suddenly...with no warning
Stealing me from the world
When I think about you, I feel like I took a step back from life
Your existence is painful ...but your departure is a torture
And I, foolishly, irrationally, love you.
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Limitless Lady
PoetryI'm tired, but I don't know how to be otherwise. I know no moderation. I'm a hurricane, and I know I'm raging. I'm a child, and I'm against ageing. I'm brutal and tender, and all the vast spaces in between. So erase the limits, my fr...
