claude generate enemies to lovers trope where they both hurt each other, knew they were wrong, absolutely hated having to change, but eventually realize the other person was right, then somehow get one more chance and decide to treat each other better than they ever have before
wake up to a
sore throat because i’ve
swallowed the words
that i’ve said only in my dreams.
how do you go from forging
Keys in the chambers
of your heart to feverishly crying,
holding the cold Lock in your
hands that you were once able to
open? can you muster the courage to say—
a celebration
an old man walks into the room
his son just finished the
longest journey of his life
a speech by him
and his eyes never leave me
“Make sure Love what you do,
then you’ll know it’s right for you”
How to break down silently
How to fit in with the rest
How to stop cr
only reminds you of how it once did.
how comfort can outlast its purpose
how love learns to linger in fabric and dust
how very few people know how to it feels to be
both Sweater and the Wearer, or
how it feels to be still Frayed and Worn,
while being afraid and worn
Now the sleeves stretch longer than your arms,
the cuffs unravel in small, honest ways.
Each thread gives up without a sound
as if it understands what leaving looks like.
Keep reaching for it out of habit,
confusing memory for shelter
when it doesn't even
warm you anymore, and