love,
it's been a few weeks since
i went back to that group.
i didn't like the atmosphere.
too many people, too many feelings.
instead, i took up a job i saw in the paper
where i arranged flowers
at the florist down the road.
it was pretty fun.
i don't know how you found out about it, though.
when i saw the note i had to tie to the roses,
my finger slipped and got caught on a thorn.
i shrugged it off and stared at your tiny scrawl.
the only words i could make out were
' sorry ' and ' feel better '.
i assured myself that they weren't for me,
but the delivery address was the same as mine.
since when do you care about my feelings?
i won't accept your pity.
i've taken enough of it already.
-yumi
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Short Storyi thought of you so i wrote you a letter [COMPLETED] warning: depression, mentions of abuse, alcoholism, overall angst