It was never right to leave art on the sidewall, to leave myself at the back door and walk in with a heart that would melt away if no one breathed air into it. It was okay to walk barefoot but not with a bare heart. I have wrinkles catching on; a lot of wisdom walked in early. My feet weren't ready to let go of the dirt yet. I am running away and around the forest. There are broken things all along the way. I had half a heart left, and it took me a while to learn detachment. Before I could pour them a cup of tea they poured poison in me. Every relationship is always a give and take. My tea must taste like poison to you, just how your poison tastes like sweet medicines to me. There's a cup sitting alone in its emptiness; there's a heart beating within its own hollowness. There are smiles I didn't want, and there are stories I didn't want to hear. I pour you a cup of tea; you pour poison in me.
-trustonlystars | 13.3.25














