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A E F Z P L E A S E F R A W C Y C I
B I W F O U P B D F B R I N G J N A E
S R M E D T C W Y G H O M E S T G X

E F X Y G P W T H E E R H C W E Y Z P W
S T V I A S T A R S M R F X M I S S E F A R
P W R B X M E R Y W A N D R T G S O K
O E X N R W I L L J B R S Y O U W R Y M

I W I T J P L E A S E N I Y Y G W N H L P
T I S K D O N T H F I T J I N L J A I P U A W A N Y M O R E L I J G G N O I N I H U

Did you know I felt that our lives were undeniably tied together, irrevocably?
Like even if we fell apart and strayed too far away our paths would cross once again?
I felt that our bond was star-crossed and our connection was meant to be regardless of our star signs and past loves
I felt that our love was a story to be told through the ages and one to write down in the books
Did you know I felt that every single time we kissed the stars aligned and all the words I knew finally made sense for once?
Like even though the world was falling down and the things I knew were crashing down everything was okay because I had you?
I felt that you could grow to love me again despite having some girl at home wanting you to love her
I felt that our love story was almost too good to be true even though we only had relations through our kisses at 5 in the morning
Maybe it is me and my blind intuition to trust a stranger
But also, perhaps it is you and your need to feel a connection through past experiences with loved ones
Either way, I miss you

There are still days where I'm iffy
and want to run away from this place,
I'm entangled inside of empty space.
Some days I think that I'll be okay
I'm no longer contemplating
the way that I once did
but other days
I disagree
with not only me
but everything
I would like
to disappear
because of
these
*twisted emotions.

There are too many words
But I can't stop writing
I  can only write poems
Just like these

Nothing else