To cry the same tears,

To wish the same things,

To relive the same pain,

& to open the same wounds;

Every once in a while,

I come back here to write.

Cause after the familiar layers of regret & pain,

Our beautiful buried past unfolds again.

And as always, it’s almost too much to bear-

The brutal onslaught of memories,

All the questions asking me what if?

But that’s alright. 

Cause, the beautiful thing about love is,

You don’t need someone to be yours-

To love them.

You don’t need their love-

To love them. 

The suffering’s enough. 

And maybe that’s the only relief,

To every broken heart 

that still somehow 

continues to breathe.


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