Everything's so bittersweet.
The sugary tinge of a better adventure,
the sour remnants of leaving parts of myself behind.
How am I supposed to choose?
If I don't experience it all again now will I ever have another chance?
Will it ever even matter?
Why am I so attached to things that hurt me so bad?
Everything's so bittersweet, so I might as well get a taste of it all.
YOU ARE READING
An endless abyss
PoetryJust some poems and thoughts, nothing too important. Just read if you want to I guess. This will probably all be extremely cringy in years to come but for the time being I think that they're ok.
