let the rains fall upon us,
has it really been this long since we last met?
a time so long you say "you look better,"
and me,
trapped in this pandora box that is myself, "you as well."
but you don't look better,
you look worse than when i had already broken you.
i can't take the pain away from you anymore,
and i don't want to.
it still somehow haunts those memories that were meant to be precious,
it lingers and stays like poison.
but i musn't say so,
so i let the rain fall upon us,
like a mantel of white lies.
because yes, i'm better,
but not in this moment that you look so broken.
time has done me better,
yet i was less deserving of it,
at least in my mind it makes it so.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
