I hope you're doing well now;
better than when we still used to talk.
I remember your endless complaints
how life isn't playing a fair game with you
and I used to console you,
everytime,
all the time.
I wished to be with you,
breaking the barriers
of geography and language.
You taught me to feel great
in my own skin and flesh.
I was indeed awestruck,
how could someone be so carefree?
You were the wings of my dreams
then how could you slit your own?
Was abhorring your own body not enough?
YOU ARE READING
MALADAPTIVE ✓
PoetryMALADAPTIVE /ˌmaləˈdaptɪv/ not adjusting adequately or appropriately to the environment or situation.
