potential trigger warnings for:
- implied rape
and the time capsule in front of me asked,
it asked in its deepest most sincere form,
and its softest of voices,
if i would ever go back.
back to the days before i met those hazelnut orbs that stole me,
and who i used to be and tainted and fucked her.
it asked me,
if i would ever find hope again,
hope in myself and that if i went back if i thought anything would change or i'd just relive the same story again,
just different people reenacting your part,
and i said yes.
i said yes,
because by god maybe something would change,
maybe i wouldn't be stuck here and maybe if i knew it was coming i wouldn't be in such a mess about it,
i wouldn't be running from it despite my feet hurting,
and a broken ankle.
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Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
