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He who watches the beauty,
He who believes in love
is never aloof,
never detached.

Our logic ridicules this love,
and my heart smiles knowingly
at the foolishness
of thoughts.
What's wrong with me?

Why do I cry sometimes,
Then cry harder when
I don't know why I
Was crying in
The first place?

Why do I look at him
And love him more
Than anything in
the whole world
Then slip away
While he's asleep?

Why do I wake up
And close my
Eyes again because
I don't want to
Live anymore but
I'm far too afraid
To actually die?

Why am I depressed
So much so that
I no longer feel
Anything but the
Cold that lingers
Outside of my
Window promising
Another winter all
Alone surrounded
By Christmas and
Hot-Chocolate filled
Kisses full of love?

Why am I sad
And wishing for
Love that never
Would have gone
Anywhere but down
Hill for everyone?

Why don't I
Love him like
I want to
Instead of promising
Things that I
Can't really make come
True for us?

Why am I so broken
That I can feel pieces
Of me floating
Around in my chest
Scraping against my
Ribs and trying to
Free themselves from
The darkness that
Hides inside me?

What's Wrong With Me?
 Dec 2014 Magaly S
Noomz
Grieve
 Dec 2014 Magaly S
Noomz
"The day you'll leave?

I'll surely grieve

for I would have lost a dear person to my heart

yet the memory of you will never depart

you made life an absolute bliss

something, That now I will surely miss"

— The End —