I see you (i)


So much of this goes for nothing. Everything I am writing now, letters scribbled in my journal past midnight and the insomniac nights that resulted into long pages of frustration and doubts. All of it.. it is you on paper.

 I see you in words that better described you,
 I see you in silences that have become frequent,
 I see you in poetry and prose.
 I see you in beautifully constructed sentences,
 I see you in phrases that you would have fell for the same way I did.

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