#I FELL OVER IN THE SUPERMARKER SKDHDKFHFK

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

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hi lark i warned you

i love josh so much,, so have yet anohter poem about him,,,,,,,,,,,, symbolism 👍👍

yeah im just making stuff up now (WHEN ADELE COMES HOME AFTER MEETING JANETTE FOR THE FIRST TIME, SHE BRINGS HIM FLOWERS. I DONT KNOW WHY, BUT IT JSUT FITS EVEN THO SHE WOULDNT APOLOGISE, EVER, EVEN IN A ROUNDABOUT WAY LIKE THIS SO?? IMAGINE A UNIVERSE WHERE ADELE FEELS SLIGHTLY BAD ABOUT IT??? BUT KEEPS CHEATING??? or like, she doesnt want him to find out so its like,, lovebombing??? dont fucking know, whatever, SHE JUST GIVES HIM FLOWERS ONE TIME. OKAY? THANK YOU.). like, flatout making stuff up lmao. barely any of this poem is canon but its okay, its character-accurate (in my mind)

im so fucking normal about josh i swear, i SWEARRRRRR

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You came home early today. The smile on your face is stretched thin, but you press a bouquet of yellow flowers into my hands. “What for?” I ask you. You don’t reply.

I put the flowers into a vase, place them on the dining table. ‘They’re beautiful,’ I think. I try to ignore the feeling that they wilt every single time I look at them.

You tell me, “Take them down, It's been weeks.” I feel bad for them. for their wilting and falling petals.

I take them and press them in between the pages of a book, leave it up on a shelf. The vase goes in the sink. You don’t notice its absence.

You find the petals inside the book by their yellow. “Why did you keep them?” I explain, “I felt bad for them, they didn’t deserve to be thrown out.” You laugh and toss them in the trash.

I rescue as many of the petals as I can, when you’re not looking. They’re dry and falling apart by now, but I hold them together as best I can. I put them in the back of my phone case.

You never really see me in the first place, so you never learn about my small act of defiance. They’re still pretty to me, even in their brokenness. My mind never lingers on why you brought them in the first place; an apology for something that I never knew about.

(I’m pouring them out into your (her) grave before long, wishing that it were enough to cover the crisp blue flowers.)

LIME WHEN. LIMEEEEE I’M. I CAN’T OUGHHHH

NO BUT YOU’RE RIGHT SHE WOULD BUY HIM FLOWERS. Since she stayed over at Janette’s- she would return home early OH MY GOD!!! LIME YOU GET THEM LIKE NOBODY ELSE FRFR ALSO THE LAST PART. SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AUDGDJFHKS

like. the timeline. her getting the flowers-and then him pressing them in a book and putting them in his phone casesrjehdjsgdofhfhd LIMEEEE