i know the raven quoth "nevermore" and croaked himself horse for Lady Macbeth while the crow is an omen of doom or a messenger carrying secrets for the gods but if i saw one of these blackened birds in solitude i doubt i could tell which it was
If I became your ex What would you tell the world Would you tell them a side of me that loved you Would you tell them about the late night texts Would you tell them about the 12 hour conversations that ended when the sun came up Would you tell them about how I would pick you up, go on random trips Hold you tight when fear was near Wipe your tears Trace all your scars Would you tell them about the dreams I lost while trying to make your dream a reality Would you tell them about the hours I worked just to get you the finest things Would you tell them about the insecurity wall you helped me build over the years Would you tell them about how toxic I became While your heart fed me poisoned love Or would you tell them about an expectation you set so high, that no one could attain Better yet to build your confidence would you tell them how a terrible person I am but leave out the part in which you helped me become who I am
Let me save you the time and just leave you with this
If you chose to love a past you couldn’t get past you shouldn’t of committed to making a worse past, a past that promoted demoralizing a broken heart, a past that left scars a surgeon could close Crying out for closure in a room full of hunted memories!
So please don’t read a book you not willing finish, me and you are the authors to my insecurity