the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.

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i sometimes miss
the way you told me i was crazy
like my feelings were invalid, that the hurt wasn't as bad as it felt.
i sometimes miss
the way it felt like things weren't so bad, even though they ripped my skin open and went straight for my heart.
like maybe what i felt didn't fit.
like maybe i'd wake up and realise we were okay.
i sometimes miss
you
i sometimes hate
that

k.h.