A Feather Falling

I went by your apartment wishing to catch a glimpse of you, but at the same time hoping I wouldn’t. I feel a strange combination of “I miss you” blended with “I don’t want you”. Even after how you hurt me I still love you, but my pride will never allow me to let you know.  S.B.

A heart breaking
isn’t always as loud
as a bomb exploding.
Sometimes
it can be as quiet
as a feather falling.
And the most painful thing is,
no one really hears it,
except you.
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Time Heals...

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