Seeing you upholding with the taxis
The road goes down and you are apparently on an exciting ride
Withdrawing up high of quiet
Withdrawing into the uproarious group
Your July
has recently started
Which hand delicately
Shuts this entryway
The shining light in the entryway blurs
The world is in the groove again, traveling south
My July
Like a goodbye
In the event that there were no you
In the event that there were no distance
The downpour, the breeze, the shadows of the trees
Would it actually be simply heartfelt
On the off chance that I didn't need to make sense of
Assuming we quit contending
The quietness, the shadows, the dull spots in the back street
Would it actually be so enticing
You and I are experiencing childhood in July
Your July is a void
My July is a deception
Our July is isolated by a long stream
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges4 days ago in Psyche
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