After spending too much time on thin ice,
My memory of what a healthy love feels like has already faded. So even though I know it isn't incorrect either, sometimes it just doesn't feel quite right at all.You, however, are a breath of fresh air. Old wounds don't reopen with you. Instead, you make repairs.
and accept the injuries I'd rather not remember.
YOU ARE READING
Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Wʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ
Poetrythe last entry of the old me. Started: March 23, 2022 Finished: October 30, 2022