my brain contains an amalgam of emotions and thoughts, but my eyes are closed, trying to hide what my mind wants to reveal.
it's past three in the morning, and as i ride in the car, you appear in my mind. i think of you as we drive, and i'm filled to the brim with exhaustion although i force myself to stay awake and look around at the scenery that whirs past me.
and silently, i weakly smile inside as i think to myself how i'm thinking of you at three and onward in the morning, just like all those sayings i've seen so often because no matter what i do, i can't seem to forget you, and each time i think of you, i die a little so that i can live.
all because i don't know how to forget you.
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shadows of you [#1]
Poetry"if i write poems to you, will you finally understand me for who i am? for can you not see that the way i love is the way that shouldn't be?" ✦ lovely cover by @klexos c: {#19 in poetry on 9/8/16} ✦ © lusterless (galena t.) 2016 all r...
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