You were everything

To me once

For seasons brings

Simply absence


For our lives

Are heavier

As pain arrives

We grow farther.


Sometimes, break ups can tear you into nothing but something that seems cursed. Your mind will be an unending cycle of wanting the best for the other person, yet your heart aches when they seem happy without you. Love will always be a mystery in my eyes, but I’ve always been a sucker for superstitions.

*Picture from Pinterest*

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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