you treasured me thanked me for my presence it seemed as if you loved me for an instant that little instant that noxious side eye and smirk that ray of light in a tree riddened forest that first flower of spring opening up bees salivating from a distance i was so grateful to have met you
but you’re no longer my peace and i continue to rekindle my love with a version of you
just to have that again.. i don’t know what i’d do..
I thought about that answer for a long time with the goal of forgiving you. Forgiving you for not loving me, never loving me. Forgiving myself for letting my love grow too much. I wanted to die for you, so you could live. But love doesn’t work like that, I guessed.