I am empty,
unfeeling;
That was what I felt when I met you.
You cried for those who were miserable,
and I only thought it vain.
You fought so vigilantly for everything,
and I did the same,
with my own perspective.
You were a child with big dreams.
I was the adult with true realism.
But I was trying.
I only dreamt of a world with you.
I did not realize of the destruction I was capable of,
and I was not aware of the calamity that lived within me.
I had lost you,
and only did I know then
that I was never empty.
I was filled with the existence of you.
And now you are gone.
So tell me,
what am I now?
— Y.H.
lost love,
gentle fervor.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
I am empty,
unfeeling;
That was what I felt when I met you.
You cried for those who were miserable,
and I only thought it vain.
You fought so vigilantly for everything,
and I did the same,
with my own perspective.
You were a child with big dreams.
I was the adult with true realism.
But I was trying.
I only dreamt of a world with you.
I did not realize of the destruction I was capable of,
and I was not aware of the calamity that lived within me.
I had lost you,
and only did I know then
that I was never empty.
I was filled with the existence of you.
And now you are gone.
So tell me,
what am I now?
— Y.H.
lost love,
gentle fervor.
Is this what you have felt, all this while?
This sorrow.
Lord,
before I knew,
I had turned things to the inevitable.
(c) Y.H.
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