my hands have turned cold; my emotions have become numb. i cannot feel the pain any longer so i guess i am done.
and yet again, i ate another paragraph for there came a guy, two kilometers away, whom i thought was as silent as the midnight breeze. turns out he brews all his hurricanes inside his mind. he gave me weird shivers as i felt warm in my chest. he isn't so near yet isn't so far. he's at a safe distance and even if i wanted to chase him, i know i couldn't. he would definitely run away, and would never look back.
i can't blame him, though; that i started feeling warm again. that i was finally free from the numbness.
that i could feel the pain again.
because it happens every night, whenever i think about unrealistic possibilities, hurting myself in the process.
he did nothing wrong
and it's all my mistake.
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Poetry[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
