Oh hey I thought you were fine?
I bet you're happy even without me.
Aren't you?
It's fine. I'm not mad.
Just don't let it get to the point,
Wherein I'll be affected.
I accepted you. Don't be way too exaggerated.
Isn't it ironic?
Being friends with the best strangers?
Or should I say being strangers to your best of friends?
Maybe it isn't ironic.
It's way too common for people who age like us.
Why do we need to pass through this?
I though that everything's fine.
I'm trying not to overthink,
But all you do is to overact.
Please. I'm not mad.
YOU ARE READING
Withered Amity
PoetryI'll be your sidekick When you're the hero. I'll be your shadow As you light and flick. Believe me, I'm your deus ex machina.
