Please understand
I never meant for our love to sour.
I am young. I am selfish.
I am undeserving of your affection.
A hazard to all who are hapless enough
to become enthralled in my antics,
and there are parts of me
that have been corrupted
far beyond any means of repair.
But how can one expect to love something
so volatile and emerge unscathed?
We say our goodbyes,
and the garden of what could have been
is thick with decay.
A.E
09.17.18
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Greener | A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems and pieces for when you are waiting for the world to be green again. TW: Mental Illness, Death, SA
