a poem by [eunique]

you seemed to be made of steel.
I seemed to be a piece of a feather.
I honestly don’t know why I loved you, because a feather shouldn’t like steel.
a feather should just be pulled through the the wind just like steel should be a weapon.
and that’s the thing, you were a weapon.
like I said, a feather shouldn’t like steel because somewhere along the way the feather will be on the floor gasping for breath, and the steel will mindlessly crush the feather.

you crushed me.

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