Saturday, 9 May 2015

From Here to Byzantium

I looked at the stuff I shouldn't. I opened the box I tried to forget. The memories of fondness, of heartbreak and regret. I laughed at us then. The way our feelings were kept, on the tips of our sleeves. In rawness I had wept, until panting to breathe, yet now, numbness and laughs were all that were left.

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