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It has been too long-
time is still passing,
yet the memories still remain,
sometimes clear as day,
sometimes like a dream.
But the longing to return to you
has created a galaxy within me
that no amount of stars
except your radiance
can illuminate.
Perhaps the red flags
only become visible
after the end.
But what if there was no end?
What if you look back on
the would-be red flags as
simply milestones that
show how much your partner
has matured and grown?
Mitch Prax Mar 18
This life is
really not so poetic.
It's dreary and empty,
and almost ordinary.
These poems are but therapy-
an attempt to make sense of
this world and all emotions
that come with living in it.
They're a coping mechanism to
work through the pain and
better understand oneself.
Mitch Prax Mar 12
I miss you like
a seed in winter
craving the warm sunlight
of your touch and the
rejuvenation of your rains
to keep me blooming
throughout  
the year.
Mitch Prax Mar 11
Maybe you will survive
when the storm is over but
you will never be the same.
It will leave you broken and scattered,
like the ruins of a city and
uprooted like its trees.
Only a wasteland will remain,
to which you will have to
refill with lessons learnt.
Mitch Prax Mar 1
It's the solitary nights
I cherish the most.
The silence and shadows,
the thoughts and theories-
these are the things that
keep this heart beating-
this is what it's all about.
Mitch Prax Feb 25
It's true that I can't
see you anymore but I
still can't forget you

5:24 PM
25/2/25
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