This is me...

Ruqayyah Jkh

Today i opened that book, Cause the timing was ideal.. I told you every book has its time to be read.. In that office you told me i was still stalking.. I never like the word.. Cause i have heard it from another woman i once loved.. Its been a struggling year.. I had to let go.. Not of you but.. Of her.. It does not hurt as much as you do.. It hurts though.. You are that love i could not give her.. I tried as harder as i can.. I was not.. I am not.. Ready to be with someone.. Loving you takes all the space.. I am a beautiful mess.. Hard to handle.. Hard to be with.. Hard to grasp.. Hard to love.. I could never let go of you.. I can't.. Far from sight.. Close to the heart.. I don't know how to love like anyone else.. I love her too though.. She was not enough.. Nor was i enough.. This is me..

2018-10-27 05:44:40

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Sofia Gomez

This is beautiful 🦋

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I miss those... Forgive me.. Kept alive... Its not anger...

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