now, you've left me and I feel empty.
I never understood why people hurt themselves, but now I do--to feel something because you're so empty inside. I'm not into self-harm through (stereotypical) external means, but I literally feel a deep downward pull in my heart, so I guess it's better than utter despair.
I feel my eyes tear, but the tears don't fall.
I know I'm naive and I'm too trusting of others, but she felt like my soulmate. I told her things I've never told anyone. I guess that would happen when you talk to someone for no less than eight hours a day, everyday. I mean, we once spoke for sixteen hours straight. We broke night together many times--I was sleeping 3-4 hours a day, but happy to get to know her more--she was really special to me.
So, I'm going to be sad, that's probably about it.
Beli, if you read this, I loved your work, and you, too
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I don't know ______, but I wrote a poem for you, Beli, because of you
One cloud rose up to shield you from the sun.
Two times did the wind blow.
Three leaves fell by your side.
Four days pass since we spoke.
Five days until I see you again.
Six tears dried.
Seven seas of turmoil.
Eight gates separate unity.
Nine years of false peace.
Ten times over.
I'll always love who you are, Beli, even if this was fate, too.
