Anchor

Sometimes even a week passed without
your memory crossing my mind. Then, I
would see the chain around my leg and realized
the current will never take me away.
You were at the end of the chain, my anchor in the
depths of the sea making sure I don’t sail away.

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The Reason

I can’t move on, not because I still
love you, but because I don’t love
myself enough. You never were and never
will be what I need but I’m scared to sleep under
lonely sheets.

 

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Hollow

I don’t love you anymore, I really don’t.
I think I’m just holding on so that this space
besides me wouldn’t feel so empty.
Isn’t it funny how I’m trying to fill this
hollow space with a hollow person?

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