she sold seashells.

a poem about letting go of what kept holding onto me.

Photo by Olesia Bahrii on Unsplash

she sold seashells by the seashore

but i bought all the lies you told me, and more.

not much hurts more than realizing your trust

was given to someone who’s nothing but cosmic dust.

i wish i could drown all of our memories in the sea

but wouldn’t that say a lot more about me?

instead, i release our experiences to the breeze

and i tell myself that i can let go of it all with ease.

the truth is that you become what you think

so i turn into my own thoughts and pour myself a drink.

there’s beauty in believing others are pure

but friendships should never be that hard to endure.