I found the words to say…
In every broken pen
that bleeds and leaves a mark.
In a broken clock
that reminded me—it’s okay to stop.
In a broken mirror
that still reflects the beauty
of a broken soul.
I found the words to say—
in the countless times you lied,
in saying your sorry hundred of times
that it became now your favorite melody,
in your silences that you proudly wore
as your biggest trophy,
in your empty stares,
in your moments of walks out—
uncertain if you will ever come back.
I found all the words—
yet, here I am—still mustering
the courage to say…
“𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚…”
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