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I miss being in love ,
I miss being ruthlessly in love ,
I miss that torturing feeling somehow ,
it used to feel so overwhelmingly satisfying ,
because
only then
I’d know ,
this was real ,
this was something real ;
those nights
when my
love
for you
used to
tear me apart
but
still
I pledged to love ,
to stick to it . .
the pleasure
in being
able to
keep
loving on
in spite of the pain . .
I used to feel so much at a time that it made me want to destroy myself
just to
show you
how much I desired you ,
every word spoken ,
every look given ,
every touch bestowed . .
I lingered on ,
on each and every one of it .
that’s how it was all ,
fulfilling ,
overwhelming ,
intoxicated ,
stubborn ,
drunk ,
weak ,
persistent ,
giddy ,
like a sin too hard to resist
......
the high and the heat ,
the urge to run away
but not being able to ,
to keep returning to -
to the ache ,
because
I was in hopelessly in love with it ;
something like a drug ,
that ruins you ,
but still you can’t resist the temptation of it .
Yes ,
I liked it that way ,
I liked the mad love ,
that love . .
my that love shall be remembered .
Your that love ,
will be remembered .
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
into her phenakistoscope
Poesía«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
