red strings of fate
decorate satin sheets
that twist and tangle
when petals tear on our tongues
i want to forgive
but the aguish laps against me
it makes me dissolve
into a cascade of sand and glass
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
