snowflake.
small, delicate, fragile,
crumbling at the slightest touch.
that's what you called me,
a snowflake.
crying at the slightest remark,
easily offended,
overemotional,
so sensitive.
don't you worry.
I'm not a snowflake anymore,
not anymore, my love.
you can tease me all you want;
don't worry.
you won't need to apologize anymore
no longer.
i promise.
you won't have to.
no more
we can be friends now,
I hope.
please,
can we be like before?
i can stand on my own now
i won't cry anymore.
i promise.
a stable friendship that won't break.
that's the friendship i want.
friendship i crave,
so desperately
YOU ARE READING
squishy's author log
PoetryIn this author's log, the writing pieces I have written will be here to read. This will be updated sporadically, with the first pieces uploaded every Friday. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
