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 Jan 2018 ashley lingy
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What do you do when you miss someone you’re not supposed to miss?
When the feeling often suffocates you and stirs up your insides,
When your conscience seems to be blindfolded by the undying need of a second chance
When the flashes of memories came back all at once,
as you find yourself so eager to reach them

Although you know deep in your heart
that he’s not coming back,
not even a thought of it
ever crossed his mind,
in his vast, busy life,
and in no way affected by your absence

You are fully aware
that he broke you.
He’s the faulty one.
But you also realize that
deep inside,
you would wholeheartedly give him
a second chance,
wrapped in a heart shaped box,
with knotted bows,
and a message,
an ode,
for him to come back
in your arms.

— t.a.
12/31/17, 1:58am
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

— The End —