- Delivered -
I'd rather be left on open than delivered,
at least then I can pretend you've seen me.
At least then, there's a chance you're thinking of me
and didn't just forget to reply.
Being delivered feels final,
like you decided I wasn't worth a moment.
But open? It's a space where I can hope,
where I don't know,
and maybe, that's better.
Mommanot_
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Unbottling
PoetryIt's like I've opened a bottle of nonsense, and now everything's spilling out. I don't know how to explain it, how to make sense of it all. Nothing fits, nothing connects. It's just a mess, and I don't know where to start or how to make you understa...
