it's barely made it through the winter
when i have more things to think about and not in my room all day
there's something almost gratifying about neglecting it, like i'm saying i don't care about it
i'm sorry though, you don't deserve it
i've forgotten you too much and it may just be too late
i don't know, i haven't been so uninterested before
and realistically everything would be fine if i threw you away
but I shouldn't direspect the wishes of my past self so easily, just because my priorities have changed
it would be nice if i remembered to water my moss
and though i'm not so good at it i'll keep going for the sake of
the one who was still holding on
it does look nicer when it's cared for
a little effort to make everything prettier and keep all my relationships clean
YOU ARE READING
gold-tinted glasses
Poetrythe sky spills open and the flowers gleam gold, and looking up at the sunlight i see it all written clear as day in the trees a diary romanticising coming of age, relationships, heartbreak and love again
