💚i hope that you burn💚

i'm sorry

i held your hand like it was porcelain that day; there was something about you that seemed different. fragile. i didn't think much of it until I saw you again later that day.
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I bet the breeze felt nice as you swayed within the willow tree, right? you swayed with it as if it were your favorite song and each soft motion was a beautiful symphony that would have made that smile I loved so much shine warmly across your sweet rose tinged face. Yet- you were so cold inside and your skin was more pale than ever before. I sang you your favorite song, I cut you down, and gave you my jacket. Right beside your resting face lay a dandelion almost fated to be clutched inside your small and lifeless hands. A final hug and one last goodnight was never a memory I wanted to make. I kissed your tear stained cheek one last time my friend- before calling your mom.
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we knew you were sad. now- she was too. her screams were audible though.

i'm sorry.

((authors note: Please understand that these are just things I picture and write about- a majority of these will not be of my own experience.))