The persistence of loss insinuates that we once had something, only to lose it.
My blood rushed throughout my body, as I felt countless lips pass mine.
My blood rushed throughout my body, as I recalled endless hurt trickling down my eyes.
The persistence of loss states we were once more, then we understood that we lost things we never knew we had.
_Our soft pleading drowns out even the shrillest of screams._
So why does loss play on our tongues,
More than ever, moving on?
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
The persistence of loss insinuates that we once had something, only to lose it.
My blood rushed throughout my body, as I felt countless lips pass mine.
My blood rushed throughout my body, as I recalled endless hurt trickling down my eyes.
The persistence of loss states we were once more, then we understood that we lost things we never knew we had.
_Our soft pleading drowns out even the shrillest of screams._
So why does loss play on our tongues,
More than ever, moving on?
I know the answer now, after 2019.
I know the answer now, after turning 27.
9th of February, 2018.
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