One of the hardest things you will ever have to do my dear is grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.
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| — | My father’s advice #1 (via northern-proper) |
My body aches with pain to the core. I am cold to the bone and my heart doesn’t stop vigorously pounding.
Getting back into poetry
Some may say you are no good for me
I explain that the way you love is so deep
It warms me to the core
and melts my heart some more
I say “he is good to me you see”
My happiness is shining
A big smile on my face
You kiss my lips
I won’t forget the taste
Each day goes by
My love for you does not die
I will love you for life
Even when some say it has died
I have been praying for you. Multiple times a day. I cry over you I cry for you, dozens of times a day. I love you endlessly.
I just wish you were in love with me like I am in love with you. I wish you loved me the way I love you. I wish you loved me enough to see all the love is there, that we may just need some help along with way. I wish you loved me enough to not give up. Most of all, I wish you loved yourself enough to not give up on everything.
