Hello again! This is Dyne trying to write.

TY for reading: 🙈

Lose someone long enough, They
Become an idea – a pretty picture
Filtered from the chaos. Who would’ve
Thought that abuse would look so pretty
Through rose colored time. Curses can echo
As ghostly sonnets that bounce through
Decaying walls, which, if given the courage
I could even retrieve. All that I declared
As affection, you once took to fault,
Now seems like an oath I needed to keep.
When struck hard enough with the burden
of loss, the years could fool anyone.