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19, April
Even if we both break down tonight After “Time” by NF
Even if we both break down tonight and you turn your back on me, In the dark, I will reach out for your hand and I know you will grasp it tightly and you need not say anything at all, because I know all the words you’ve ached to say by heart.
By morning, all the bitterness the night time brought will be gone and I will kiss the pain out of your lips and give you all the love you’ve always yearned for.
I am an ugly thing, unworthy of the unconditional love you show me, my anger is ungodly, my mind is a mess from all the trauma it has seen, but I know I must love you because your calm breaks down my storm; your warmth chases away my numbness.
A whisper of my undying love today, a cold shoulder on the next, You must be tired, I think, You must want to leave today.
Tonight, I feel better and I want to hold you once. You push me away and I must think you don’t want me anymore. Tonight, we will crumble into fragments of a puzzle that we will not solve. Tonight, we are lost without each other and we are in the same void.
Even if we both break down tonight and you think that I must not love you anymore, read all the poetry I have written for you and about you and then, you’ll see that you’re the reason my ink never dries, you’re the reason there is always a song on my lips.
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Do you ever feel anguish? Does it feel physical? It isn't. It twists your guts, puts your mental defense in an emotional spiral. The pain prickles your skin with invisible pins, suppressing all the happy feelings beneath and there it sits at the throne of your mind. It screams more and more consuming your body, soul and mind. It makes you bow your head in the crowd, "You're the one who caused it", it would whisper. Reality slips, time slows down and everything becomes hard to grasp. Everyone says we would get over it, but do we really? We bury it at the deepest and darkest part of our minds wearing a mask till the pain becomes dull. This is for you, not for me.