I still haven’t forgot about you. How could I? After all that you have put me through. You made me like a work of art, you have built the frame, created the colors, only to sell it to another man. You have made a castle with towers reaching the sky, only to let it crumble to ruins, for the rain to vanish the fundaments. You made me love again, you made me feel again and dragged me out of darkness. Only to leave me there in the white and blinding light. You have made me stronger only so I could survive the heartbreak. You were a perfect contradiction.
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Semi-personal blog. Dutch and English poetry and stories that document my life. Sincerely believes in writing as a form of therapy. View all posts by Josephine