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An artist doesn't stop loving the art after he has painted
The sun doesn't stop to shine after the sunset
Neither does breathing cease after we've fainted
Nor jungle cacophony after Elephant silencing his trumpet
The road doesn't end when you reach a destination
The moon doesn't give up It's glow when blanketed by clouds
An answer doesn't end it all, there's always another question
And loneliness cannot be evaded by hiding in crowds
Out of sight doesn't always mean out of mind
Going uphill doesn't mean life will never *****
Walking down your road doesn't mean you ain't blind
Sometimes the blind lip of faith doesn't necessarily require hope
So it doesn't mean I'll get over you when I finally move on
The wounds always heal, but the scars live on
Dariana Medina Aug 2015
I told you I hated you.

It hurt me more than you could imagine.

I would tell you I’m sorry for saying it but, I won’t.

Honestly I want it to make you hurt.

To get back at you for all the times you’ve hurt me.

Even though it’s mostly my fault.

I keep running back to you.

Always.

I’m not the kind of person to keep things inside.

If I feel something, I’m going to let it out.

Maybe that’s a mistake of mine.

Maybe I shouldn’t tell you at all.

Maybe then you’d come back..

NO.

Forget it.

I can’t deal with this anymore.

I can’t allow myself to get my heart broken by you again.

You’ve done enough harm.

I wish I didn’t care for you so much.

So then I could just let you go and move forward.

After arguments with you, I wish for amnesia.

I’d forget anything ever happened between us and that I ever met you.
But, I’m hurt and there’s no going back.

— The End —