Animosity does not equate to being unloved.
It is a gift that we are a forgettable spec of the universe.
That in a minute our spotlight will dim leaving only the warmth we felt.
Because Animosity is not a curse
Our flaws, faults, and fuck ups will be forgotten
Our slate wiped clean, perfectly clean.
And a new era begins,
The universe goes on,
Without us.
[P.S. I have created an Instagram poetry account called poetry_by_liam_lawless and would massively appreciate a follow :)]