To allow someone,
engraving her existence into your soul,
to force reality to orbit around her,
creating an irreversible chaos—
where letting her go, or losing her,
would resemble a dying star
collapsing under its own core.
How was it?
To let a fragment of your lifetime
crumble the days that followed,
only because her love
was the only home
where the body found peace,
and the heart synchronized its beating
to resemble the sound of her name.
How was it?
To find love and lose it,
to stare into blank space,
doing nothing but reminiscing
how it was.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 8:48 AM UTC
To allow someone,
engraving her existence into your soul,
to force reality to orbit around her,
creating an irreversible chaos—
where letting her go, or losing her,
would resemble a dying star
collapsing under its own core.
How was it?
To let a fragment of your lifetime
crumble the days that followed,
only because her love
was the only home
where the body found peace,
and the heart synchronized its beating
to resemble the sound of her name.
How was it?
To find love and lose it,
to stare into blank space,
doing nothing but reminiscing
how it was.
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