present for you, i’d remain standing long after the trees sat down to rest and the sun had done its best to make you smile
past* i realize your presence was heavy upon me for years, damning praise and sharp silence like tags poking out from brand-new clothing, reminding me to cover you up and worn, fraying threads betraying the fact that my feelings for you were long past their due date and i should just throw them away
present i never threw them away, i just recycled them somehow knowing that one day i would find a use for this feeling, a cause worth standing for and a body that stood in the same crooked way you are not the same, you are better than any face i used to hate, or any voice that used to grate upon my tired mind love turned to hate and now the cycle repeats itself again