I had never felt something like this before. Pain had never been beautiful or poetic before, until she decided to live without me. Whenever I crossed a place where we had been I couldn’t help but stop for a minute. I stop for a minute and feel a bitter and silent pain within me. It doesn’t feel like heartbreak, it is so much more than that. It is knowing that the most beautiful woman on earth had left me, and she would never come back. It was pain knowing that I would never see her again, her beautiful existence existed without me. She had it all figured out, she was the most beautiful woman on earth.
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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