what is the meaning of love? —ashsyfa
He only passed through— a face I’ve only recently known,
just a name among the noise of conversations,
carrying a story that was never simple,
about a home that collapsed and love that fell apart.
Strangely, from the remaining ruins,
he found something that still managed to survive,
a small answer that turned into hope,
as if the universe had finally chosen his side.
I watched from a distance,
wanting to feel jealous, yet even that felt unfamiliar,
because I still fail at simply accepting myself,
so how could I ever offer love to someone else?
If pain always arrives first,
what is the point of holding onto such a feeling?
Why does everyone else seem able to live it…
while I am still lost, even within myself?
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