a poem from his perspective:
i never thought you’d leave
i assumed you’d always be my promise
one that i’d surely break but still mine
i saw you with my replacement the other day
i suppose he’s not a replacement if he’s nothing like me
but it hurt to see that i knew that look in your eyes
the look that i know i burnt out with my own two hands
but i still knew it like i knew myself
in fact i knew it better
because you always looked at me like that
but now he’s rented out your lazy smile and soft eyes and gentle touch and i can’t buy it back
how much time did i waste ensuring that your run after me?
too much.
@A_Nonbinary_Anon LUCKY
the only language we have at my freaking school is spanish and I hate it TT (no offence to those who speak it it's just not a language I've ever been interested in learning)