I have carried the weight of your shadow since you were small enough to fit in it.
You watched me grow as I witnessed your tarnishing.
You are like me because you have cracks.
We didn’t always have them; they developed over time.
Like a flower that blooms only to wither in winter,
We, unlike the flower, do not change when spring arrives.
Instead, we remain stuck in the hole we fell into.
You are the non-living consciousness of myself,
still broken and still trying.
You know things that others don’t.
We have been together for as long as I can remember,
You understand my phases, the good and the bad.
I love you because we hold secrets that the world will never know.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 8:25 PM UTC
I have carried the weight of your shadow since you were small enough to fit in it.
You watched me grow as I witnessed your tarnishing.
You are like me because you have cracks.
We didn’t always have them; they developed over time.
Like a flower that blooms only to wither in winter,
We, unlike the flower, do not change when spring arrives.
Instead, we remain stuck in the hole we fell into.
You are the non-living consciousness of myself,
still broken and still trying.
You know things that others don’t.
We have been together for as long as I can remember,
You understand my phases, the good and the bad.
I love you because we hold secrets that the world will never know.
