there's this little moment
between the way things are
and what they used to be
and i tread it,
prepared for whatever happens
—
i'm sorry
for the way i made you feel
—
it's okay to miss how things were
but it's important to realize
why it's not like that anymore
—
i hate being ignored
yet, i cannot force you to look at me
acknowledge me
so while you close off your heart
mine wallows in loneliness
...
to whom it may concern, i'm okay. i wrote these a week ago, and i've been fine since then.
i'm battling like four different story ideas plz send help-
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Poëziea book of poetry from a person who doesn't know how to write poetry. cover by @WORLDCRY
