Maybe it is because I am broken scattered and shattered into several pieces.
I write down these pieces of emotions as it shatters from my heart and scatter on this paper disguised as ink.
I want to say good bye and be done with it pick up my scattered shattered pieces of myself.
But the sadness that engulfs me when I hear your voice in my past and and I am in the present and I don't see you in the future.
When I dream of your smile and wake up without your warmth knowing you are not coming back.
I start to hope my love will be enough for both of us.
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Oww perfect post. Thank you. Amazing.
Thanks. Upvote?