In whispers, she said, "You are irreplaceable,
A cherished soul, a love that's unshakeable."
But time's fickle twisted fate's design,
And swiftly, she found another love entwined.
Like petals cast aside, I pondered her vow,
For in mere weeks, a new flame did she allow.
Her words, once a balm, now sting with bitter truth,
She taught me that love can be fickle, uncouth
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Alexithymia
PoetryAn emotional blindness. A compilation of unsent letters and poems about how I feel. Mostly about yuuz.
