rcf-poetry:

Dead Romance

I reached for your hand,

But you pulled it back.

I reached for your hand,

But you wouldn’t crack.

You didn’t want me anymore.

I knew it then.

But I thought if I held your hand

Maybe it would fix everything.

But it didn’t

And it never would.

thelovejournals:

“…Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land…”

Pablo Neurda, If You Forget Me

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