A decade
and still,
I keep you.
A locked chest.
A river with no mouth.
A flame in the dark,
burning only me.
Beautiful
yes.
Painful
always.
Petals fall.
Seasons pass.
I never speak.
and I fall.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 5:43 AM UTC
A decade
and still,
I keep you.
A locked chest.
A river with no mouth.
A flame in the dark,
burning only me.
Beautiful
yes.
Painful
always.
Petals fall.
Seasons pass.
I never speak.
and I fall.
Bittersweet attachment – sweet because of how much you feel, bitter because it remains hidden.
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