Think of this blog as a diary gone public; a mix of spilt ink, overthinking, and poetic chaos. I write what hearts whisper at 2 a.m., then pretend it’s art. Welcome to madness.
Still healing
There was before you
There was during you
But I never thought for some reason
There would be an after you
But there was and I was in it
And I'll not lie, it broke me, am still healing
I guess the sores will be there forever
I guess I'll never see the you of those days...
© amimoh
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