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do you think about me now and then? do i ever happen to play in the garden nestled in your mind and grab your attention?
whoever you are, you're not here in my life anymore. there's always going to be a reason, no matter who you are. all i ask is please don't take it personal.
(or maybe you should.)
maybe you were too toxic to me, or one of us was too toxic for the other. maybe there were no hard feelings at all and we're only oceans apart because the wind just blew us that way, and we were only destined to be seasons. i don't know. all i can say is it'll all make sense someday.
whatever the case, there's no room for hate on this side, so all offenses are forgiven (i guess). peace, happiness and love to you, wherever you are underneath this vast sky we share...
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
