We tend to dwell on things that change no matter how calm or how deranged. We also tend to forget the small things like the fact that a mattress without a pillow is still a bed although that pillow is where we rest our head. So we try and make a new one out of the closest thing nearby but nothing compares to the dreams that one pillow held inside. Eventually, we get comfortable with being uncomfortable from comfortability so when a new pillow comes by we tend to hide in fear of what that new pillow has inside but when you place a pillow down it's there to stay and can comfort you till the end of the day, a pillow is just a pillow and a heart is just a heart. Both easily torn apart and both easily put back together one doesn't even require a feather. After the first couple of times, you notice a decrease in the pillow it becomes a little worn and fray just like a heart at toxic things people say. The difference is a heart will remain full size and a pillow will slowly die.
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Pillow
PoetryThis is a short poem I wrote for a special someone who means the world to me I didn't want to share it at first but I thought if this could help one it might help a lot
