Sometimes I read my poems back
And I try to relive the pain. The emotions. The heartbreak.
Everything I felt when pouring my heart out on my screen.
A screen that knows no judgement. Takes no sides. Has no relation. Seeks no attention. Has no ulterior motive.
But I never succeed.
The way I felt when writing those pieces are locked in the words I typed.
Sealed with the tears that ran down my cheeks.
Never to be felt again. By anyone.
Especially the one that made it in the first place.
Me.
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
Sometimes I read my poems back
And I try to relive the pain. The emotions. The heartbreak.
Everything I felt when pouring my heart out on my screen.
A screen that knows no judgement. Takes no sides. Has no relation. Seeks no attention. Has no ulterior motive.
But I never succeed.
The way I felt when writing those pieces are locked in the words I typed.
Sealed with the tears that ran down my cheeks.
Never to be felt again. By anyone.
Especially the one that made it in the first place.
Me.
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