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Sep 2018
I haven’t seen you
in weeks; yet –
it feels like an eternity.

Countless nights have gone by:
Bleeding wrists.
Sparkling eyes.

It’s all silent.
I can’t hear your delicate voice,
Only screams of my mind.

I miss you,
I need you,
I want you.
It says.

But, you were never mine.

Behind a digital screen,
Your brightness cannot shine –

So, I look up, to the infinite sky
In the hope to find you
As the star that makes me smile.

I could never reach you –

One day. I will see you again:
When you will be in Heaven as
the angel you are;

Whilst, I descend into hell,
As the demon I am.

I miss you. And I want to see you, once more, before it’s time to go.
I wrote this because my pathetic self is unable to tell the addressed person how I truly feel. That, ironically, distanced us. Life is truly ironic.
France
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