Challenge
"The uses of sorrow"
"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift." (Mary Oliver) Poetry or prose.
Un-friended
Every side conversation
Is like a weight on my throat
Small talk happens
But its the silence that says the most
I gave you space
And you stay amongst the stars
We once orbited
But now its gone too far
I offered my best
But humans error
Its like we never spoke
Its like you never cared
Winds of mistrust fill your sail
The look in your eye expects me to fail
Reading into the feel of your words
Its like auditory braille
I leave the space open
Friendship never dies
But im kicking myself
And praying for my own demise