disclosing a more subtle part of me, allowing you in for full understanding; vulnerable, is how I presented myself, believing you were feeling something you’ve never felt.
it’s all so beautiful, staring into it from afar; denouncing any compliments, because the honesty in it, is very bizarre.
my feelings are only hurt for the moment, even though, right now, the crack in my heart is morbid; punctually refusing to let myself repeat history; I’ll work on making the pain evolve into curative victory…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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