sheilded from the crowd among trees and the shrubs,
it’s a privilege to be sitting by the lake thinking about you,
next to me or in theory,
where we used to look happy.
i feel the breeze on my skin where i used to feel you,
i tell my secrets to the waves, the ones i never told you.
when i leave, i hope i know myself better,
when i leave, i hope you decode my love letter.
even if you don’t, atleast now i’m free.
It all started when I had some regrets about my future. Cheers to you for sticking around after that! The feminist part of me went on vacation there for a while. I’m done being all hashtag heartbreak. Let’s refill our glasses with awesome drinks now (milk, if you’re underage) and write about all things that are beautiful in this world. Or atleast try to!