Diary Entry V
I used to envy the sun for the way it touched your skin each day, and the night for the way it kept you company as you slept. I envied those who stood near you, unaware that I was envying things that had never truly belonged to me. How foolish I was to mistake the picture I had painted of you for the person you truly were.
Your sweet words were not the tenderness I imagined, but a cunningness I could not yet see. Your care and concern were merely the arrows, and your hidden intentions the bow, waiting for the moment they would strike.
You spoke of eternity, yet every
To continue please follow and subscribe to me on Substack …
Leave a Reply