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There are several things I read and forget, but the one thing I haven't forgotten is reading; you change everything in an attempt to make yourself feel better. Change what you hate about yourself, but after you have changed everything, what are you going to hate about yourself next? And that stuck with me. 

I am standing at the crossroads of time. 

I’m wondering, pondering, and thinking 

How long till I forget you? 

Till I forget the feel of your skin, your touch, your voice 

Because everyone says, time heals all wounds 

So I’m wondering when that applies to you. 

Time heals all wounds, according to all the poets and people.

How much time is it really going to take though?

When does your name become an echo in the wind 

When do you fade away from my mind, like a breeze 

Will I always remember you 

Sadly, there's a part of me that would like to remember you 

Because I’m afraid to completely forget you, forget everything 

If I forget do you leave forever, do I remember the good or the bad 

The questions are so unknown and I’m still at the crossroads wondering

When do you fade completely? 

Or at least till I am able to  say your name and it fades away in the breeze and doesn't warm my heart  

When will you become a memory in my past at least? 

I’m wishy-washy I know 

But I'll settle on just remembering you 

I’ll be at the crossword smiling

Everyone knows the villain would burn the world for you, while the hero traded you the world.

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I was terrified of loving you—not because I was terrified of love, but because I was terrified of the silence in your eyes and heart. We weren't lovers; instead, we were broken and wounded.

What's love? Is it the sinking feeling of regret or the will to keep going? What's love and why do some have it and others don't? Are we, not entities capable of feelings or broken to the point love is futile? And yet each passing second I see you, you restore my hope and balance. If you asked me to set the world ablaze my dear I would, and I wouldn't stop till I see your loving gaze. Each moment I watch your eyes and I see the glow of a thousand loves and I wish for them all to be mine. 

I'm not no Moumand darwish but I would write a thousand poems and more to gaze upon your beauty and soul, I would cascade you in gifts and approval and get down on my knees for you to receive your blessing each passing day.