Once Upon A Time
we were good
you and i
i offered you an outlet
an audience
a shoulder
a therapist
yes i was broken
still am
always will be to a degree
but i was yours,
mind,
body
and soul
i belonged to you
and you saw no value in that
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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