Have you ever wondered how it ended up this way, how it became so sticky for us? We were as hard as stone before. And we didn't know anything better. Right now, we are so soft. And I can't handle it anymore. You used to hold before me grains of promises of how we could be. But the tide of time changed you, changed us. Now you're handing me a bowl of hot and sticky rice. I remember how you said to me that it doesn't matter how it changed in time. You're even convincing me that what you're offering is better than before. But I don't need better. I need consistency. I can't handle change. Especially when I don't see it coming. I want clarity. I want what we had before. Because that's what I loved about you. I learned to love the way you were before. And right now, I'm not sure anymore. It's like you're telling me to love another person.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
