okay, so i was bored and asked gwdfi if i should post one of my poems and they said yes, so here is one called stuck! (also bg pic in the post is mine :D) stuck: stuck: how can admiration disappear so quickly? as if it’s a wisp of steam rising from a morning’s tea, blown away, gone in a second. but, you know, they *say* something to you, but it’s the kind of thing that sticks. that doesn’t just last as long as a solar eclipse, but oh, *they* did. their words stick to you for the rest of your life, and you fell for it. you thought they were going to stick by your side. you’re *so* desperate. it’s meh, but also, wherever you see the little ‘*’ things surrounding a word, the word would’ve been in italics, but sadly scratch doesn’t let me use italics smh
