diluted:
i was watered down with you.
diluted.
i always was.
it became involuntary.
a habit i couldn't control.
i refuse to let you do that to me anymore.
you'll be shocked when you find out i left;
but really,
you shouldn't be.
why would i stay,
when i feel like overwatered watercolors with you?
why would i stay,
when they do more than you ever could?
they make me feel me loved like you never did.
they make me feel good enough like you never did.
they make me feel like they want me.
like you never did.
i know you'll only care once i leave.
and you'll only notice once i'm gone.
but i hope you know its your own fault.
you watered me down.
so i got someone else to build me back up again.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry isn't real ☆
Poetry"i'm a poet in the sense that i write poetry. god awful poetry that doesn't rhyme or make sense" a collection of poems, tackling all sorts of topics, from all kinds of inspirations, from a writer who's sure his work is nothing more than pretty words.
