All she ever wanted was to be his poetry so she searched the world for a man who wrote with his heart but all she found were broken pieces
Shattered figments of her own imagination & behind her she left empty spaces & emotionless boys who gave their all but never what she wanted.
No one can pretend that she didn’t love these boys but ‘forever’ always shifts perspective.
She now writes with sweaty palms and a dry throat.
Swimming now feels like sinking but at least she can still feel the water.
Trivialize her emotions, her actions and try to pretend that you never saw the love she had for you.
She’ll probably just keep searching for the man who does not exist.
