perhaps i'm just not in season.

at one point in time
there was something beautiful
in me
but you clipped it
and you claimed it as your own
like you were the thing that bloomed
no, there is nothing beautiful
about you
but now
because of you
there is no beauty in me
either.

to this screen of white that has waited for me without protest to say what i feel - thank you.

i hope i can tell you soon. i'm just not ready to deal with it yet.