i think
the way you loved me
was the way a family loves a christmas tree
they choose it
bring it home
make it feel beautiful
but then the needles fall
and they get tired of it
so it gets burned
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
