that's just how it is lately
you know how finicky people are, how they flip and stab each other in the backs and cross paths and bicker and fight and argue and promise that they'll never see each other again
and you do it anyways.
what the hell are you thinking?
you'll get flipped on, stabbed in the back, have to bicker and fight and argue your way out of suffocating from disputes and promise yourself you'll never see them again
and you do it anyways
but maybe love
(whatever you think of as love)
could be worth it.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
