Sep 14, 2023


Every time I see your heart,
my life gets torn apart.

Of the river that you bled,
I drank before you fled.

Now your blood within my veins
keeps repeating all your names.

The first. The now. The last.
You're still present in my chest.

Will I ever find the time
to forget that you're not mine?

Will I ever learn to cope?
Will I ever give up hope?

I'm so glad that you're still here,
even though from very far.

I still look up every night.
Dried-up tears. Continue. Fight.

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