and she laughed bitterly,
"has my breaking been
the normal for quite a while now
that you choose to ignore it
— unlike before?"
they stood still in place
caught in between a mixture of
guilt and uncanniness
but remained to stay silent
so she continued on,
"i'm not saying this as a
cry for help, no —
your assistance is worthless
to me now, as i refuse to take such
help from people who've left me
at the times of my suffering"
"however—" she cornered them.
"i am questioning how i can
consider you to be better than those
people who've abandoned me when you're
certainly the same. do you take me as a
toy to play with when you're bored, but not take
proper care of once you've felt better? am i just that?"
she spat at them,
"disgusting is what
you all are. don't
deny that, knaves"
a/n
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sunflowers | ✔️
Poetryin which a girl, who's fond of sunflowers, expresses her trivial feelings through not rhyming poetry, longing for someone to hear. highest ranking: #144 in poetry on june 18, 2018. 🌻
