should've read the label.you gave me my birthday present; i was surprised you even remembered.it was wrapped with a bow that smelled of dust from an attic.instead of paper, you wrapped it with old quilted fabric.when i saw what you gave me, i knew hoping was a failure.in my hands lay a plastic red heart that was cracked down the side.you said, 'it's a broken one, but i trust you'll mend it soon.'after spending years following your cheap words and casual lies,i regret not reading the warning label that was taped on the back;warning:choking hazard. lovers can choke or suffocate on fractured or broken pieces. immediate break-up required. discard all br
understand seasons.stop calling on autumn, and breaking down winter. i hate how you analyze when the leaves will fall or what systems will bring the most snow. it annoys me how you're never satisfied with the temperature, and you never stop counting the snowflakes on the ground. i can't stand how you build up that fire with an excuse that the cold will make your heart freeze when you and i know both know it's been dead ever since the blizzard of '94. i can't stand the dying of every word that's said between us, of every beautiful flower that struggles against the cold.stop cussing out spring, and hating on summer. you always hate that summer isn't long en
Your suggested photograph is wonderful as well. Thank you.
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