onewingedswallow
To miss someone is to believe in a lie
You don't him or her, or anyone
You miss the memory of a smile or laugh
People aren't worth your time.
He left me broken
with shards to spare
cutting deeper, deeper
into the deepest despair
but I will grow one day
a weed in the crack
and he will not stop me
from my regrowth
I always wished for this to happen. I suppose, it was a hidden desire of mine. Nonetheless, I had never hoped it to be this way. Staring at her, I could see her smile mirroring mine—exactly like mine. Her eyes, her nose, her lips... Even covered in all that blooded, she looked exactly like me: a stunt double.