November 11, 2024

It was betrayal. I am still recovering from it. Depending on who uttered the story, I could be the vicious villian or your very self. I might never acknowledge your narrative. I could throw a tantrum raining parades of insult. I may weep infuriated by my abstinence. You know, you know very well that I donot like a person for who they are. I like a person for who I am when I am with them. Thus, I spend years with you because you pulled me from the chaos of what ruins the world. I think I mirrored you in that aspect. However, two summers ago, I felt a gaping grudge in our precious interaction. No amount of poems, no number of rhymes, no cradles of affection, no creams of discourse, and no lengths of endearment could tear the crimes of my weariness. I begged you not to vandalise my statue, I begged you. But you did it again, so I ask you again, how can I stay ? How can I?