Space

If I believed that you will not be coming back, why then did I leave a space for you in my heart?

Refuse

You haunt me even in my dreams, like a clump of withering branches but with a flower that refuses to bow down to decay.

Lull

There’s a lull in my moment of solitude: it is when I anticipate your presence once more.

Half Broken

People get hurt, half broken, half forgotten, but still, we cling needlessly to the idea of finding true love that we forget to heal ourselves first.