Count the years….& I don’t know how to face the entire loss of you. It’s just hard when I think of everything you used to put me through. Pseudo apologies in your eyes & I can’t help but to count the lies. How do you erase your father, how do you forgive your mother? Bitterness won’t help make it better, I made a wish back then that we would always have each other…

But the love turned into excuses…& the excuses turned into empty spaces. Still think of you on the strangest days, in the most random of places. When I’m alone in my room feeling the pain is harder than numbing my whole heart. My mind stops itself from reliving a past I know is dead, but I have nothing but love to impart.

Love is just love, sometimes we have to accept we can’t fix everything that falls apart. Every moment, the dark times, the beautiful days, in the end is a true work of art.


Posted by:Lauren Kim

🦋 I write my own stories, breathing in life & love by my heart's endless daydreams.

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