And then one day,
You looked me dead in the eyes
And said,
You didn't like me
And that was weird
To not love someone,
Who loves you so much,
For I would have shred every single fiber of my existence,
To knit it back the way you would like,
For I would've smelted my skin and bones
To forge the shape you always wanted me to be
But it's weird,
That despite all the love I have for you,
You chose to say,
You didn't like me
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 5:53 AM UTC
And then one day,
You looked me dead in the eyes
And said,
You didn't like me
And that was weird
To not love someone,
Who loves you so much,
For I would have shred every single fiber of my existence,
To knit it back the way you would like,
For I would've smelted my skin and bones
To forge the shape you always wanted me to be
But it's weird,
That despite all the love I have for you,
You chose to say,
You didn't like me
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