Isn’t it Funny?

Funny, how you’re so used to crying into someone’s shoulder, but now you’re just crying into a pillow.

Funny, how that’s the same pillow you shared a few months ago, your fingers intertwined as you whispered to each other your secrets.

Funny, how you never wanted to tell anyone those secrets, but they made you so comfortable that they felt like an extension of you. And now that they’re gone, isn’t it funny how all of you is still here?

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About abutcherwriter

I'm just a writer musing about life, love, and the agonies and magic of both.
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