𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕤.

m. [like *more foolishness and cheesiness*]

31st March, 2024

I wish
Loving you didn't hurt

I wish
Loving you brought me joy

I wish

I was stable and reliable
For you

I wish wishes did come true



Sometimes
I wish
I bore a different soul

It hurts
To feel the world as broken glass
all the time