He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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We could talk for eternity.
If me and her were in the pitts of hell doomed to suffer the eternal flames and pain,
it'd be okay because we would just talk.

Time slips by like a knife through soft butter when we talk

We could talk about how we say talk instead of speak because it sounds more ...Whats the word..

then we'd talk about finding the word and how words sometimes slip by just as time does

I feel her, not physically
but mentally.
She teaches me lots and i teach her not as much.
I like to understand her.
It makes me feel happy when she smiles and i like it when she is excited and when she shouts a little too loud.
I like it because we dont ever think about how long we've been talking for ; it just happens.

Sometimes we just sit in silence and stare.
But its okay because we understand eachother.
We feel eachother.

Thats why i like talking to her.

sometimes sadness swells
uncontrollably
and I'm not sure how to feel about it
other than I feel the way it forces me to
a mixture of sadness and confusion as I interrogate myself
through all the possible causes of my sadness
until i stumble upon it
where then it strikes a deep minor chord that resonates through my body
i wonder why this makes me sad
and whether i should be sad
and whether i deserve to be sad
everyone needs to feel sad once in a while
but it hurts
and that doesn't feel good
when a loved one dies,
or a friend leaves you,
or your hearts broken,
or you're failing class,
or you lose a game,
or you disappoint someone,
or you disappoint yourself,
or
maybe
when you just feel sad

but it will be okay
the swelling sadness settles down
you'll be fine.