• elisebeth 19w

    Reality is

    The branches we've once extended to each other has withered its leaves
    Reality has cut into the roots we've planted
    And dug it all up
    Unearthing the ugly truth
    That actions mismatched words
    And smiles no longer curl our lips when our eyes meet
    We've become okay, with not being okay
    Perfect strangers bound by pride
    Finding it difficult to admit
    We were both messing things up
    © bits_of_liz