Encapsulated (old poem)

Encapsulated in the fibers of my brain
are the memories of you
some of my happiest and saddest times
so innocent it all was
and in a moment it all could have been so different
so much more
than a breath
and a glance
and a kiss
a warm hand in mine
and a goodbye
there’s a tiny piece of my heart, always missing
and you have it.
I gave it willingly that day you had to leave
so that you would always know me.

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Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Writing

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