You’d think its more pronounced
When a knife tip is draped in crimson;
Over yet another useless Earthly thing.
I wish it was that simple, dear reader,
Otherwise how else would you define the act
Of someone working tirelessly to pull you in
And when it becomes all too real,
They let you go.
“Why?” you ask them, and rightly so,
You seek answers. You seek closure.
Here’s your closure:
“I was curious”
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: AngelGanev
I don’t believe in good or bad endings. I believe in endings.
It’s easier to move on from anyone when you don’t take yourself or life too seriously. Closure is a luxury. Sometimes you don’t get it. The universe is full of questions, and we won’t get answers to all of them. I won’t let that curiosity control me; after all, I don’t believe in ideal narratives. I’ll take what I’m given and work with that instead.