You always have been,
Clever in ways that I'm not.
You'd be smart to ghost me, clever one, so don't take this as discouragement.
I saw you deleted a chapter that I assume was meant to be farewell,
And it's clever to create your own lyrics to a melody I had sung to show you my voice (which is a lot less nice, huh? It's hard to listen back to. I promise it sounds better talking than it does singing, not that it matters).
I hope you have a good life, with those you've found to love, and have many more good days to come.
I passed my test, by the way. One last one to go. Don't get in any accidents, alright? I'm sure it would hurt to see me and have me care for you.
Say one more word to confirm your wishes and I'll abide them, you have my word.
I wish you luck on your healing.
YOU ARE READING
Air Conditioning
PoesíaVent poetry It's frowned upon putting your heart on your sleeve with such a weak code like a three number pin. For both of our sakes I hope you aren't the type to spend your time digging your claws in and working to decode someone else's words an...
