We didn't talk about all the things I was feeling when I felt nothing at all.
We didn't talk about how when the sun comes out in the morning for just a few minutes it is the most perfect thing.
We didn't talk about how badly I wanted to hate the sun for being able to do something so beautiful,
Instead I tried to talk about what I was feeling.
I tried to talk about how I could feel the world crumbling on top of me and how I needed help, but instead we talked about any and everything else.
We didn't talk about how I needed you.
We didn't talk about how badly I wanted to become the sun.
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Glue Bound Glass
PuisiA compilation of cryptic, mind playing poetry. From the simplest nothing to heartfelt hatred.
