its surprising how i still love you.
your lies are threads of spun sugar, each one balanced on an empty promise.
Accidents happen. With you, they happen too often to be accidents. Let this be my turn to make a choice and call it an accident.
TW: Implied abuse, confused feelings, other possible triggers. This ...
He had an addicting sweet taste that i fell victim to but a warm and thick iron taste made its way into the sweet, oh so sweet taste.
I did another poem on puppets, since that’s the only thing stuck in my head for some reason.
A quick read of the evolution of a relationship told through both the poem and corresponding pictures
your lies are threads of spun sugar, each one balanced on an empty promise.
Accidents happen. With you, they happen too often to be accidents. Let this be my turn to make a choice and call it an accident.
TW: Implied abuse, confused feelings, other possible triggers. This ...
He had an addicting sweet taste that i fell victim to but a warm and thick iron taste made its way into the sweet, oh so sweet taste.
I did another poem on puppets, since that’s the only thing stuck in my head for some reason.
A quick read of the evolution of a relationship told through both the poem and corresponding pictures