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det er søndag aften, og jeg hører sød musik. weekenden har stået på byturer og såmænd også en date. kombinationen af de to ting, har egentlig bare fået mig til at indse, at jeg hellere vil feste end have en flirt. alligevel bliver jeg dog sentimental, når jeg sidder og læser #poetry på tumblr. for det vækker det inden i mig, som jeg gerne vil gemme væk.


“Losing you was waking up
and realizing that everything
I loved had turned to dust.
That the person I was in love
with had decided to let go of
me forever. It was watching
the sky fall apart over and
over again, as if the stars 
kept screaming for a better
ending.”

I’ve written four pages
of poetry about you—
and that’s just since
you left.
Imagine what we
could have written
together.

“There are never enough
words to describe
just how much I feel for you
so I will write and write
until something satisfies.”