like many others, i became immersed in her magnificence.
in my mind i had become a tree and lost my leaves slowly.
it was the tenth month when a gust of wind blew by, riddled with whispers of insults and betrayal.
my branches were stripped bare, my last line of defense taken from me with her diluted concept of consent.
fall was smirking in the clouds.
i had never truly felt fear until i saw the smile that was once laced with joy,
turn black.
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i met two seasons
شِعرsome seasons come and go, but others seem to stay forever ©️kairipopa poetry
