The first time I saw you, you ignited a flame inside my heart.
Ever since then, with every word you spoke, every glance you made at me, and every time you were in my presence, the flame grew into something bigger.
When you left me, you left my fire alone to die.
You kept your distance, but you still couldn't help but make me feel like we had a chance, so you took every opportunity you could to send a gust of wind to my fire to keep it rising and going.
Two years later,
it still hasn't died.
But yours did.
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her revelation (journal entries)
Poetryjournal entries containing poetry and thoughts about all three people i've been in love with, along with some traumas and self-loathing sprinkled in-between.
