October is here and I’m still writing
you poems on a weekly basis. I’m still telling myself I’ll stop. I still
haven’t been able to. I’ve got the song on repeat, you know the one. I’m still
creating playlists on spotify and making them secret, acting like they’ve got
nothing to do with you. I never tire of them, the same way I never tire of the
ache, the same way my poems never tire of you. Nights have gotten hard, my days
harder, and I miss texting you. But where would that lead, except to heartache
except to wanting you more than I do now.
Author Unknown
God Bless Us..
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