that night,
i was brewing coffee in my favorite mug,
then began knitting another homemade scarf
while soft songs played in the background.
my mind began to wander—
is this the life i chose,
or one that was chosen for me?
this so-called unhealthy relationship...
i wondered:
is he thinking of me, smiling?
or wearing that same blank expression
he always gave
whenever we had another
boring conversation?
i began to ask myself:
have i wasted my time
on something i never truly liked?
have i wasted my years
on something i’ll always regret?
have i wasted my tears
on something i could never hold or reach?
or worse—
have i given up my soul and freedom
for something that never truly existed?
and yet,
i’m still sitting here
with my coffee,
knitting
another useless scarf
i’ll never wear.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
that night,
i was brewing coffee in my favorite mug,
then began knitting another homemade scarf
while soft songs played in the background.
my mind began to wander—
is this the life i chose,
or one that was chosen for me?
this so-called unhealthy relationship...
i wondered:
is he thinking of me, smiling?
or wearing that same blank expression
he always gave
whenever we had another
boring conversation?
i began to ask myself:
have i wasted my time
on something i never truly liked?
have i wasted my years
on something i’ll always regret?
have i wasted my tears
on something i could never hold or reach?
or worse—
have i given up my soul and freedom
for something that never truly existed?
and yet,
i’m still sitting here
with my coffee,
knitting
another useless scarf
i’ll never wear.
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