Impossibility
One day, you will look at yourself without any marks of uncertainties caused by the storm of your past. You will sleep at night peacefully without asking your worth. Without imagining someone's presence sleeping beside you. Without shedding even a single tear from your pillow.
But we all know we are wishing for impossibility.
Because as much as we want to cut-off the strings that connects us to someone to finally let go of them, we just can't.
How could we let go of someone who was never ours in the first place?
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Blue Envelopes
PoetryI will find you in the deepest hideout of your scars or in an empty secret field of my longing metaphors.
