it has been a month
since we lost ties
so much has happened
so much… surprise!
but sometimes i see you
your lens in my eyes
i see your frame
in a classmate
…shame
i wish when we cut ties
that i could let go of the red string
but you left me that…lingering
on my ring
finger, its
string turned out to be dyed
maybe it was delusion
when it was red and burning
but now that we’ve died
it’s really
just
burnt, no longer burning
what was red is charred
what was love is scarred
that was never love
i’m sure you know
there was never love
because you could go
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
it has been a month
since we lost ties
so much has happened
so much… surprise!
but sometimes i see you
your lens in my eyes
i see your frame
in a classmate
…shame
i wish when we cut ties
that i could let go of the red string
but you left me that…lingering
on my ring
finger, its
string turned out to be dyed
maybe it was delusion
when it was red and burning
but now that we’ve died
it’s really
just
burnt, no longer burning
what was red is charred
what was love is scarred
that was never love
i’m sure you know
there was never love
because you could go
do me a favour, would you please?
untie this charred string,
which we so teased
but dont take this the wrong way. it was better to have left