The tears you had, from me
I picked them up
They soaked into my skin and now they’re falling for you.
Recycled
The sunflowers I got you probably aren’t hanging from the wall anymore.
I hope they make the trash smell lovely.
They were meant to be
Lovely that is,
But I’m sure they felt like a materialist apology
For something that could only be healed with feeling.
Unapologetic resentment, is probably what I would name us. Our story
Pushed out,
you only got a glimpse of what was inside of me, all you had left was to imagine what could’ve been there
I’m sorry our brains want it all to be beautiful
Maybe it was beautiful
I was so scared of you being let down I almost did the opposite.
I did, do the opposite.
the idea of hurting your feelings unintentionally, was scary
I thought I would push you away
But I really only hid behind the curtains
You heard and felt what I felt.
But you couldn’t see, you went mad
I thought the curtain was enough
I could’ve sworn it was enough.
they’re was so much going on around me I couldn’t hear you when you said it was too loud, so you walked in the other room.
I didn’t notice until it got quiet and I went to look behind the curtain.
New flowers, no curtains.
I’m sorry.