“Yes, this was always me.”
I will learn that there is more to me than being a caretaker.
Your fingers flip through the index of my spine, shuffle through the chapters and I shiver against your open hands pressed flat against the small of my back.
Always wear headphones, never listen to what they say.
Did someone break it enough times for you to decide it wasn’t worth the risk, it wasn’t worth the reward.
i don’t need your approval when i run barefoot or wear a mask. you don’t need a spreadsheet of all the
a poem is not enough to touch
the theatre of your fantasy.
so, if you think I am brave
for following my heart
A foreseen departure haunts the little fragments of what we once were. Why couldn’t you let me know that here was not enough? If anything, will anywhere ever fulfill that void you claim ownership of?
Please don’t be the girl who stays longer than she should.
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