__I thought you still cared.__
_Still loved,_
You used to look at me _like I was your whole world._
Your person, your ___‘Pretty boy.’___
_Your future husband._
Yet before the sun could set, ___you left.___
_Like a flame that gutters when we drown in wax._
Who was I to you?
_Was I just the moth you cupped between your palms just to feel the wings beat before dawn came?_
You compare me to your new person.
_Using my ghost to crown your new king,_
_Am I not human too?_
_Twisted was my sense of humanity._
_My individuality,_
_Am I just a past memory waiting to be forgotten?_
___All I am to you is just a comparison,___ _like the cold nights that live under your summer afternoons._
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
__I thought you still cared.__
_Still loved,_
You used to look at me _like I was your whole world._
Your person, your ___‘Pretty boy.’___
_Your future husband._
Yet before the sun could set, ___you left.___
_Like a flame that gutters when we drown in wax._
Who was I to you?
_Was I just the moth you cupped between your palms just to feel the wings beat before dawn came?_
You compare me to your new person.
_Using my ghost to crown your new king,_
_Am I not human too?_
_Twisted was my sense of humanity._
_My individuality,_
_Am I just a past memory waiting to be forgotten?_
___All I am to you is just a comparison,___ _like the cold nights that live under your summer afternoons._
Yikes,
I hope she never sees this
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