2020- 27th of January- Wednesday
when we were young
you would throw sticks at me.
not because you wanted to hurt me
we were just little kids enjoying our time.
now youre still throwing sticks at me
now they leave scrapes and start to bleed.
not because we are little kids anymore
you just love seeing me forgive you every time.
these sticks have thorns now
each one tearing a thread connecting us.
you threw a stick at me today
now there are no threads between us.
how easy you made it to hate you
just by throwing sticks.
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enouement flowers~a collection of thoughts
PuisiEnouement- the bittersweet feeling of having arrived in the future, seeing how things have turned out, and not being able to tell your younger self. A collection of my thoughts through my years of living, for the new and old souls to ponder togethe...
