10/11/2021 a prettier way of saying you suckyou told me once that flowers can’t grow in the presence of weeds.
there was a time when I swore our souls had sprouted from the same soil, I imagined our roots tangled and twisted and buried under some patch of cosmic land. I was bound for beauty, with pride in bursting hues of forget-me-not blue, and eyes wide like morning glories in June. I thought you’d be the same, with stubborn stems and a garden-like mind, but as you broke through the earth you were nothing but bittercress and knotweed. and with you gone I can grow. Comments are closed.
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