#fermentation
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Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 8:04 AM UTC
please know that I love you more than the stars, the sun, and the skies could hold.
but I don't know how to fix something without damaging it the process.
you are fragile, and my hands have unintentionally fractured you countless times. I know this, even though you've never explicitly told me.
I dance on eggshells around you: I am atlas, pirouetting across an empire of thin ice, just so I don't mar you with my words.
swallowing conversations and feelings is a talent we both possess. to spare the pain of the other, we dampen the truth. we drink the fires of resentment and leave them to ferment.
I cannot fix this without potentially damaging it further.
I'm a storm with skin. my collateral damage knows no bounds, spares no mercy. you know this. but hear me, and heed me closely.
I don't paint you as the villain. you aren't the martyr. we are equally responsible for this damage and decay. the rot of something once beautiful.
yet I cannot fix something without causing further damage.
we are a two way street. growth of beauty cannot flourish in stagnation.
please, do not test the limits of my volatility. I cannot mend the tatters of thirteen years with a single spool of thread.
I refuse to swallow fermented resentment. I walk on eggshells carrying mountains for you no more.
this tapestry will end in one of two ways: opulent splendor, or devoured by living flames.
I cannot fix something without destroying it in the process.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC