No one warns you how hard it is to remove parts of them from a home they once lived in, as if you’re exiling them for something they can’t change, knowing the puzzle will never be completed, even though all the pieces still exist.
No one warns you of the brick wall it builds as pen touches paper, separating the sea you’ve sailed on since birth, and how all the islands you have sailed to have now sunk into rough waters.
No one warns you about the guilt you shouldn’t feel. Even though you knew it was going extinct, you were too far away and out of place to do anything, so you waited and watched it die.
No one warns you of the agony of coming home to holes in hearts and empty hooks on walls.
No one warns you of the pain of nothing. Nothing in the wardrobe that was once filled with dresses, nothing in the drawer once filled with golden memories, nothing on the shelf once filled with photographs of old, rusted love.
No one warns you that how one lost love leads to many lost things, never returning.
No one warned me
By Charlie B
💗 Write from the Heart 💗
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