I used to grip the bedsheets so hard my knuckles would turn white, I used scream your name in pleasure what would come out as melodies that could be heard from miles away between gasps of breath because it always seemed to leave every time I saw you...
How can one day change everything?
You took darkness from my world and put color in instead.
When I saw you in the hallway you smiled and I laughed punching you in the shoulder because I wasn't used to this, I didn't know that it became what it was because I had never felt this and thought it was normal.
You made kicking and screaming to get off me normal,
You made the bruises of what I thought was love normal,
You made everything that was wrong normal and I didn't see it until now.
I'll say it again, how can one day change everything?
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Hello everyone!
This is just about a little character I have called Salem (I may be working on a story about him and others in his world)
But ahh I really like this one and I'm pretty proud of it.
Oh also! This is supposed to have little context in what he means by how one day changed everything,
You might find out what he means later on...Sincerely, Apollo♡
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melancholia ♡ [poetry]
Poetry(n.) a deep sadness or gloom ♡A collection of poems and stories by yours truly♡