TW: None
I give my words to them,
despite not wanting to,
yet, they persisted,
and they did not like what they heard.
Who is at fault here, them or me?
I told them that they would not like my words,
yet they persisted,
and, just as I had warned,
they did not like them,
and yet they pin the blame on me?
yet... this doesn't bother me.
I'm not upset by it,
by them making me feel like a bad person,
by them making me feel wrong for my thoughts,
making me feel bad for seeking comfort elsewhere,
in myself, in another,
before I seek it in them.
This only further pushes one of my thoughts forward,
the one that says my friendship with others,
not all, but some,
is fading.
Yet... this thought no longer makes me sad, concerned,
instead, it does not bother me anymore.
Does this mean I have accepted reality?
does this mean I have accepted that some things fade,
yet it is not anything to be upset about?
If so, then I am relieved.
If things fade from here,
I do not mind.
I am at peace with reality,
They are simply a luxury, not a requirement.
These words are harsh, yet they reign true.
If they do not like it, then so be it.
No one is forcing them to stay.
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Like Petals Under a Tree
Poetry"My thoughts fall and gather on a page, like that of petals under a tree." A collection of poems, of varying lengths and genres. Each poem has it's own theme, and the words string together to convey that theme and the meaning blooms. Cover designed...
