I think some part of you,
Will always be with me.
Like the cloudy nights,
When all signs the moon exists are hidden behind soft gray masses.
But a scientist is confident it is still there.
You will always be here.
Somewhere in the background,
In that vault of thoughts that haunts me when I want to sleep.
You,
Who has touched me so much without your hands.
Leaving behind bruises on my mind.
And tattoos on my skin.
Handprints on my memory.
Colored in all the shades of your 4am emotions.
Hauntingly beautiful.
Like an eclipse of the heart and mind.
A prolonged war between hope and the bitter truth of our reality.
And darling hope is winning.
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EPIPHANY
Poetry"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you unco...
