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19/09/24

i wonder what piece of me you took with you when you left, i wonder if it was for the best after all it unlocked something in me, a passion for writing, a love of this new monastic lifestyle i’ve adapted into, i enjoy solitude more than ever before where i yearned for so long after and thought i could find a replacement only to learn a lesson that you tried to teach me about my own naivety, it wasn’t just because i was younger still 6 months ago i was still so naive, i think that’s what you might’ve taken, and i can only be so thankful as to tell you what a woman i’ve changed into without that naivety that shackled me to you without your consent and the prison i locked myself in, you didn’t lock me up myself but your reluctancy to let me free and your bottling up kept me in there, like a bird in a cage with an open door who’s owner won’t treat its broken wing to let it free. maybe we’ll reunite when i can be 100% sure all of the naivety of mine you taken you burnt in a fire with the worst memories of me, and you’ve finally learned how to tell people how you feel after all it was only me, and even then i barely got anything from it, we’ll always think of eachother, you’ll always try and see how im doing after so long and i’ll turn cold on you and we’ll argue and then the same thing will happen 6 months later, maybe 5 years can pass and it’ll happen again and it won’t be a newfound whirlwind romance like the first time and i’ll still go cold because i can’t take down my own wall, it’s terrible we’re almost soul tied how we can’t keep away from eachother without appearing in eachothers minds daily, but one day we’ll have the answer and if it’s not knowing eachother that can be okay