I write about everything I feel.
And you were the deepest thing I've ever felt so I wrote everything about you.
I wrote about the neon lights glowing under my veins every time your skin brushed mine. About the stars shooting through my bones as I lost track of time. About your wildfire that burned down my walls. About the footprints imprinted on my heart when I let you in. About how the real reason behind them was you walking all over me.
I wrote about the time I handed over my ever-fragile heart. About the way you dropped it and how I couldn't hear it shattering admist your echoing lies.
About how I knew I should have ran away but I couldn't resist your magnetic pull. About how when I saw you take the leap, I couldn't hold myself back.
I wrote about how I was blinded by love and it was only during the fall that I realised you had a parachute on. About the way I burned and crashed. About the ruins we left behind. About the grave mistakes, unsaid goodbyes and heart-wrenching grief.
I wrote about getting up and brushing off the dust. About the healing, rising and shining.
About moving on.
Maybe that's the reason my pages are blank now - I write about everything I feel and I don't feel anything for you anymore.
- The Luna
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