i promised myself that i won't write about you.
i broke that promise some time ago
hidden in my notebook, buried between all my other thoughts there are texts about you.
more honest than i would like and still not as honest as they should be.
because being honest on paper would mean being honest to myself. being honest would mean letting all my guards down. being honest would mean to actually think about you.
maybe the promise was a lie from the beginning on- writing about you would imply that you are somewhat important to me. and that was nothing i wanted to admit.
it still is something i dont want to admit.
because would that mean for me?
being honest would mean thinking about that question. being honest would imply that i had to think about that question.
so i gave myself a promise.
and i broke it. again and again.
but i never was honest enough,
so i broke the promise
but not enough
24.05.22
23:00
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Poetry[warning] contains pieces of myself bad poems, thoughts, stuff to think about, quotes, random stuff, just a way to express myself to be clear: some things i write may be taken out of my life but definitely not all are. i take inspiration from everyw...
