i could've sworn i posted this last year
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i could've sworn i posted this last year
Izzy total drama
grief is a circular staircase; let go (wip)
you grew up in the desert you knew no love, no gentle touch only harshness and dust forgotten, unseen crushed underfoot, yanked from your roots but then she came along lifted you out of the cracks she held you so gently, so tenderly and the flowers you never knew you had started to bloom; tendrils curling around her finger foe the very first time you knew love, softness unlike nothing else the sky was brighter, the trees grew greener but then she grew distant and tired she let go and you fell crushed underfoot, yanked from your roots burnt, crumpled, forgotten but she’s the only love you’ve ever known so your tendrils reach out still wavering, weak, desperate stop it, stop it, stop it again and again and again she drops you you were burnt, you were crushed, you were ripped you are in the desert once more your tendrils tremble when they see her hand you know you shouldn’t reach out but you can’t help it but you have to help it you have to help you you see now it was not her fault she saw your beauty, that was true she loved you how she could, that was true but her eyes were restless, that is true her hands could be careless, that is true you could not have known for it was the only love you knew she did not treasure you the way you deserved she did not treat you kindly always not because you weren’t enough but because she didn’t know enough it’s not her fault you can be angry, hurt and grieved but don’t blame her so she only knows what she knew you only know what you know she can’t give you what she doesn’t have your tendrils shake as thorns push through the vine and you bleed, you bleed, you bleed oh it hurts...you want to hurt, you are hurt... i know you loved her with all of your might, with all your colours let go, little flower let go, little love let go