I just realised the real reason I lost interest.
For some reason on that day,
A frigid windy spring afternoon
I felt my feelings for you blow behind me as the wind hit my face
As you and your 'friends' crushed and stomped on the daffodil I had just said, in confidence, I loved dearly because it was the first I had seen fully bloom, and it was my mother's favourite flower.
You are a horrible person, but not in my way, I'm a horrible person because I forget that people are people.
You are a horrible person because you remember that people are just people, and you use that against them.
DU LIEST GERADE
ꕥ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰 ℑ 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔶 ꕥ
Poesiethis is just gonna be a book of poems I use to trauma dump lmao I probably won't update much but yh
