Actor

Who was I to think we shared and enjoyed the same passion. When it came time to speak, it was breathless you were absent. Was there a common place for honesty, I was foolish to find your presence comforting. Tell me why did it all even matter, the pictures of us in my head. I grew fond of us enjoying laughter. Why must we be so hollow, emotions find peace in sorrow. My reflection once elated, now resembles a ghostly Casper. Would you please just exit the stage, because you’re quite one hell of an actor.


Letters from a broken heart #5

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