Watered down during the great flood. I feel bordered and static to make choices like this.
My heart burst and I've been up for two days. Even though by now I think we should've realized:
This was going to happen. We couldn't help it.
You're just a bit too much like me. We can't be similar. It's dangerous. Stop reading Enoch and Daniel. I dare you.
I accept your apology. Hope you liked that. It was intentional, I lied.
I know who you pretend she is. You know what you're doing, as do I.
This is how it needs to be.
For now.
YOU ARE READING
Resilient Spirit
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose crafted during a time of grief, love, and confusion. (my diary for everyone to read) Updated every week! ♡
