1d
A strong sense of smell
But I can't smell out the lies
A strong sense of hearing
But matter how many times I listen to our recorded conversation
I can't hear what I said that made you snap
All of this makes me wonder
If you're right and it's me
Or if it was you all along
But I can't smell out the lies
A strong sense of hearing
But matter how many times I listen to our recorded conversation
I can't hear what I said that made you snap
All of this makes me wonder
If you're right and it's me
Or if it was you all along
Clearing out my drafts because I have a lot and I've decided that it's okay to also post pieces that I don't like as much.
(This note was written by a cactus that was born with thorns. He realized his ways and no longer blamed you for bleeding when he ran into you. With support, he cut them off one by one. Some stayed, but most left. My hopes.)
(This note was written by a cactus that was born with thorns. He realized his ways and no longer blamed you for bleeding when he ran into you. With support, he cut them off one by one. Some stayed, but most left. My hopes.)
