they say it's hard to let go
but watch
as my fingertips
unlatch from the side of the rock
and fall into the pit.
to be by myself
to rely solely on myself
because you
and the rest of the world
is incapable of taking care of a soul
that creates earthquakes
starts floods
rattles the trees with a strong and intense breeze
these are things you'll never understand about me
because you didn't want to let me in.
but maybe it's better this way.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
they say it's hard to let go
but watch
as my fingertips
unlatch from the side of the rock
and fall into the pit.
to be by myself
to rely solely on myself
because you
and the rest of the world
is incapable of taking care of a soul
that creates earthquakes
starts floods
rattles the trees with a strong and intense breeze
these are things you'll never understand about me
because you didn't want to let me in.
but maybe it's better this way.
from the beginning of April.
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