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Slowly,
She shrunk further
Into herself.

Slowly,
She gave up.

Slowly,
She darkened.

Slowly,
She broke

Slowly,
She faded away.

But

Slowly,
She found hope.

Slowly,
Her friends came to her.

Slowly,
She found her real family.

Slowly,
She started believing in herself.

Slowly,
She changed.

Slowly,
She became better.

When we first met.
It was like we never existed in our lives  

Then came a time we noticed one another

We fell in love
But neither of us knew about that love we had for each other
Then started ignoring each other

Whenever I saw you
I felt something inside that no one else could feel

I really don’t think we’re strong enough now
To be faced to faced.

Now all I feel is pain, and invisible to your life
Like this love never happened

You're not mine,
but sometimes
i pretend that
you wish you were

i create this idea
that you secretly
want me

and I often forget
its just something
I've made up

Then i realized...
you do not want me
and you're not mine

We flirt
all the time
and smile and laugh
but how
am i supposed to know
it's real

i can't control my feelings anymore,
it's so hard
being around you.

i go blank and nervous
i'm trying my best to act natural
but the butterflies i can't control

the easiest thing i can do is
to get lost in your eyes

He disappeared like the hazy sun over the vast horizon.
The mellow, delicate rays disguising the pain that his exit would bring.
A tragically beautiful departure.
The vivid oranges and warm yellows were now faded and weak,
Gradually diminishing,
Barely visible.
And that’s when he slipped away.
The blanket of darkness had displaced him.

She ends her evenings with a long gaze at the sunset as tears brim in her weary eyes.
A view that’s strangely melancholic.
Maybe it’s because the grand display provokes bittersweet nostalgia.
Memories of her beloved husband,
the golden sun amidst her darkness.
The soulmate that departed too soon.
And took her light with him.

It’s raining in my heart, my love.
Melancholic pools are filling each weakened vessel,
Flooding the fragile chambers that
pump my intoxicated blood.
Sadness consumes me, as gentle droplets of sorrow trickle down the contracting arteries, and tears sting my eyes.

A storm is raging now.
Don’t let me drown.