to you,
i can't stop thinking, i can't stop wondering what you would've told me. i was dumb and shouldn't have blown you off. i hadn't prepared myself for what i was almost certain the answer would be, but a small part of me, a small part of me hoped that just maybe, maybe, i'd be surprised. but now i'll never know. i want more than anything just to know, just to give myself some closure, so you can pull me back up or let me go. i can't stay like this forever. i just want an answer. please.
whatever it is, i want to have the courage afterwards to know that i can get through this, even if i'm alone.
please, just give me an answer.
~treeland
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thoughts and feelings
Poetrya collection of melancholy poems and letters that I hope can maybe bring comfort to someone who is hurting
