why do i cry when i look of old pictures of you
before i met you
from times i knew you were unhappy
i know if you were to see me now
you'd only pat my head
and tell me i was strange
each time i recoil from your embrace
and spit out words to dampen your weakness
i am reminded you are bittersweet and sad
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
