I opened this love before I was ready to be surprised by it.
No, no i opened this love before you had even put anything inside of it. I was so involved in the words you used to describe it, I forgot to even shake the box and make sure anything was even there.
So there I was; left with an empty box, because it was only filled by promises. And promises only fill the space with air if there's nothing there to back them up. Actions are the bodies way of giving presents to fill the void of spoken and unspoken promises. I guess I just was not worthy enough to deserve them. Wait, I guess you just weren't mature enough to give them.
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Author:
Niki Oz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 15th, 2023 18:56
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I really like this. Anticipation builds energy but open a tiny space for the lies lists tell. It sucks. I felt this piece and admired the honesty.
Thank you very much. Truly.
Simpatico!
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