3/11/20
Wednesday
7:56 PM
"thank you for the happiest year of my life."
because even if i returned,
all the strings have already been untied,
and i would never be able to
continue plaiting them how i left off.
you see, it's never going to be the same.
and i don't know if i can live with that.
i cant handle this mess anymore,
for once, i am going to put myself first.
i'm sorry if you don't support what
i decide, but nothing will change my
mind.
YOU ARE READING
maybe.
Poetrywho says it's not possible? who says it couldnt be? we never know. so, just maybe.
