A Collection of Griefs

to love one’s details

is to love them completely

each another thing to mourn

when they leave again

...

grief is proof

of a love once felt

never to be shared

with an equal

...

she is my moon and stars

ever present and inescapable

yet always out of reach

a constant chase towards that horizon;

I pray dawn never reaches us again

but the sunlight always breaks through

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it gets easier to let go each time

not because it hurts any less

but because I know it will hurt at all

and I've learned to brace;

holding on will only hurt longer

as the scars have weakened my grip

...

a hopeless romantic

is not hopeless of finding love;

rather, he is hopeless

to keep it

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how cruel it is

to find love

and lose it

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I do not write to share my hurt with you

I write to grant existence to these feelings

a recorded history to be read aloud

as proof that I once loved you

should either of us forget