Celadon

She looked at me and told me that she doesn’t think she can love me anymore; not with her words but with her eyes. Those celadon galaxies that beg me to stay while urging me to leave, they write my dreams then proceed to haunt them. This isn’t a remedy, merely a distraction from the feeling that I’ve lost something that I cannot replace.

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