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My story begins at the end of ours
'Ah, but you do not know how to love’, she says, ‘until you have given your heart away to someone who didn’t deserve it.
'You haven’t tasted love until you have tasted your own blood’.
My heart disappears in the breeze, too light to stand still in my ribcage. I let it soar.
The rain peeks at us and retracts.
What two weeks do to you when you cease to speak to the one you love:*
Dreams.
They haunt you, day and night, filled with images of the past, possibilities of the future.
The future you envisonned for the both of you, once upon a time.
The future you destroyed before it destroyed you.
Memories.
A smell, a slightly similar profile, a piece of clothing that looks just so…
It's not him.
Anger.
Sadness.
Freedom.

In this order.
Let the emotions run you, let yourself feel the spectrum of emotions, you will wear yourself out
Eventually.
Eventually is the word I hold on to, still.
Soon.
One day.
Perhaps.
I spend my nights with you and my days finding you everywhere I go.
But the days, they pass.
And you, you disappear.
Eventually, you'll be gone.
And I,
I will be
Free
You are my paradise
You are my up, never my down
You were...

You are my paradise lost
My eden lost to ashes
Ever since
You've been gone
Tu es mon paradis perdu
Je n'ais decouvert ta valeur
Que lorsque tu as disparu
Je te regrettes
Chaque jour depuis
Her heart in ruins
The pain invisible
The enemy stares
From across the room
Eyes like fire
She watches her reflexion
Turn into oblivion
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