I felt the changing of the tides -the wind told me so. How the waves shifted from the rocks back into the cold, vast ocean as if it was someone who wanted to come for me but at the same time, bid me goodbye. As if the ten, slow steps he walked towards me came and left as he rushed a hundred times back. As if the sweet nothings we exchanged were nothing but a sweet sugarcoat to top off the bitter aftertaste of the medicine asked me to drink straight down. And I hated how it ended -with him shifting constantly to anyone else other than me.
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Randoma collection/compilation of short stories, rants, prose, and poetry. Disclaimer! All the pictures r not mine but from Pinterest so ctto.
