i don't understand it,
when parts of a flower wilt,
the other stays alive.
my stars have learned to
shine their brightest without you,
but still they find its difficult to burn.
I'm capable of returning
to who I was over the summer
when I left all of my love to you
instead of slowing my true colors
and let some seep through.
It is dangerous,
and a loophole of regret.
I hope you know
that I am scared to find you back in my life,
but the fear of losing you again
haunts me every night.
- zmh
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the ruins of me
Poetryi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
