We went to an ice cream parlor on my 20th birthday. You told me then that your favorite flavor was strawberry fields and that it reminds you of your trip back down the valleys. It reminds you of sweaters too thin for the climate, and hot noodles for breakfast. I told you that my favorite was matcha, and you gave me a disgusted look. So I lied and said that it was avocado instead.
How foolish I was to change my perspective just to please you back then. I lost pieces of myself trying to please you.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
