people leave me
like wind leaves the gate.
pushed open, unlatched.
shapes altering to blur
as i watch them
dissolve in the distance.
i wish to crown myself
the ice queen i once was—
safe, untouchable,
heart locked behind glass.
then the silence wouldn’t bite.
and i wouldn’t lie awake—
wondering why the hell
their world moved on,
and why mine stayed.
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 9:21 AM UTC
people leave me
like wind leaves the gate.
pushed open, unlatched.
shapes altering to blur
as i watch them
dissolve in the distance.
i wish to crown myself
the ice queen i once was—
safe, untouchable,
heart locked behind glass.
then the silence wouldn’t bite.
and i wouldn’t lie awake—
wondering why the hell
their world moved on,
and why mine stayed.
this one is about being left behind, and the temptation to harden again.
August 6, 2025
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