it's crazy what a year and a half can do.
one minute i'm digging a hole,
ready to toss myself in and give up on you.
on us.
and the next minuite i'm back down on the ground.
only now i'm planting beautiful flowers over the grave of what we used to be.
i buried you deep in that soil.
i'll admit i still water it.
i still keep the weeds out of it.
but winter is coming,
and all i know is that i won't be there for you when it's cold.
just like you weren't there for me.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
it's crazy what a year and a half can do.
one minute i'm digging a hole,
ready to toss myself in and give up on you.
on us.
and the next minuite i'm back down on the ground.
only now i'm planting beautiful flowers over the grave of what we used to be.
i buried you deep in that soil.
i'll admit i still water it.
i still keep the weeds out of it.
but winter is coming,
and all i know is that i won't be there for you when it's cold.
just like you weren't there for me.
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