Sweet nothings
I weave my own meaning into the words
That comes out of your mouth
In between the lines, I plant seeds
To grow into the version I had of you
In my wistful mind
Face value
I should have taken you at face value
Those seeds were left unwatered
Instead
They die
Along with my love for you.
Sweet nothing
At face value
Words with no meanings
We had no meaning.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 5:03 PM UTC
Sweet nothings
I weave my own meaning into the words
That comes out of your mouth
In between the lines, I plant seeds
To grow into the version I had of you
In my wistful mind
Face value
I should have taken you at face value
Those seeds were left unwatered
Instead
They die
Along with my love for you.
Sweet nothing
At face value
Words with no meanings
We had no meaning.
IM COPING HEAVILY, UGHHHH i'm over it tho actually.