Letters of Love

It's been 3 months, longer maybe. I still find myself thinking daily, daily dreaming, wishing, remembering that August. Though with remembering comes nausea and pain. I long now to find tranquillity.

Say when,

love is a feeling,

renounce it with pain,

give me some kind of meaning

this sickness remains.

and the closest dispatch,

they depart from your side.

Name it once, did they love

and fall back far, those ten times. 

wishing hybrids would cause us

to feel as we do

blame goes elsewhere

all places but you.

but you caused it to be,

let things go that bit far

and though moments were bliss

why it finds me torn apart? 

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[Wondering Mind]

It gets better with time, but there will still be that itch of the scar.
Peace, my friend