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hayami Oct 2017
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i write a letter for you everyday
you will never get them
une d’amour lettre
a confession
for a love you will never witness
a love that i will never experience
i write a letter everyday
-i keep writing to him. its hopeless
hayami Oct 2017
it feels like a cloak
to be set in a never ending darkness
to feel as if you will never get out
it feels like a cloak
suffocating and hellish
to think that nothing will ever be right
- it is extremely hard to deal during times where you feel like
hayami Oct 2017
i feel like i’m falling from a really high place when i think of you
my body goes numb
my heart pounds slower and harder
my mind goes blank
i feel breathless
and i realise
it is me that needs you
-this was for him before he left.
hayami Oct 2017
it is extremely difficult to ride continuously
to take the day’s beatings over and over again
to live a life of no difficulty to that extreme
is a life that will forever be out of my grasp
a life that will never live

a life that lives while you die
a death that dies with you
my mind is a mess in this moment. words come in horrendous shapes
hayami Oct 2017
falling in love is a feeling. being in love is a choice. there is such a stark difference between falling and being. you could fall in love with many people, but you can only be in love with one. falling in love… not exactly there yet. falling in love is a feeling. it could change overtime. the fall may be stopped. the fall may be continued until such time that falling would be turned into being. being in love is a continuous choice to be. to be… to exist… to stay in love.
to speak about love at such a detailed degree is simply astounding coming from someone who knows no love as strong as this personally.
hayami Apr 2018
if we flew among the heavens
it would be as birds sharing a single pair of wings

were we to dwell upon the earth
it would be as trees with branches intertwined

in the heavens birds with a single pair of wings
on earth trees with branches entwined
i have not met you but i feel as though we have. and i miss you dearly

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