i am wasted on some feelings
i like to keep them but they always end up
consumed
gone
lost
evaporated with no mark left for me to understand
or recall
how i wish i could have written that feeling
of
love
writing them faithfully like a devotion
but
i couldn't
my eyes are covered by tears and they cannot see
and my hands tremble at the moment of recalling
on wasted feelings
i must thrive
alone, without you, without your memory,
i muster courage
to live without meaning at all
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