relationships come and go,
like the tide bringing in the present and
dissolving the past.
The lover:
First lover, last lover.
The friend:
Best friend, worst friend.
But i am constant.
The tide won't sweep you away.
i can't escape. You have me trapped.
And sometimes when i'm most trapped,
i begin to think
that you're my worst relationship.
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wasp stings, broken butterfly wings
Poetrya short collection of poems exploring brokenness; sometimes the weight of our own emotions gets too heavy. 'i know where the butterflies go, where they flutter to once they've completed their blossom...' ~votes/comments/feedback very much appreciat...
