there’s nothing more depressing than the transition of summer to fall.

summer was full of fun, prioritizing friends, and living your life.

fall gives one more time to think. more time to detach yourself from reality like a leaf falling off a tree. it’s only temporary until you land on the floor and realize, you’re just another meaningless leaf on the floor.

what happened to the fun back in the sum...

when you tell me you love me,

i have the power to know you really meant it

it all connects to give me signs.

your smile, your voice, your heart beating faster.

it’s good to know what you’re actually feeling.

then i dont have to keep guessing.

this is a relationship’s dream right?

but when the love starts fizzling out,

i don’t need the signs to tell me you don’t feel the same.

your smile is forced...

I never really knew what a platonic relationship meant. I understood it meant “just friends”.

But a platonic relationship is built on emotional support and respect, all for which you don’t have for me.

It’s platonic until you say so. Until you desire the borders of a relationship but never an actual one. Dipping your toes in the water to never actually get in.

You try to drag me into this delusio...