10:44 am, Saturday, 9th December
You had mentioned countless times that you cared. Cared with your whole heart, you had said, and I recall the sweet taste of your words as they knocked against my chest in timely intervals. You had said you cared, and perhaps I was too infatuated with the poetic romanticism that lingered within every syllable to notice how slowly your feelings shifted over time, a much colder aura moving into its place as the caring feelings you had towards me no longer remained.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
