I wish we could go back when...

I could share chapstick with you,
and laugh at that one girls chunky white shoes

Cause it went so fast, like staccato,
and I really miss eatin’ gelato

But instead we’re scrolling up and down the stream,
after all it’s a just a quarantine daydream

A girl full of promise and wonder
but she was hit by malice and fell under

You blame her for falling
but how could you shame her for she was only forestalling

You care about her and you don't want her to give in
yet you don't bare with her and that is unforgiven
.

I hold in my hands...
The mean things people say to me
Each one cutting me
Bit by bit
Like paper cuts
Not doing much damage on there own
But all together creating a deep ****.