u/Dependent-Log-8095

The sun climbs higher with every day you're gone. The nights grow shorter but the ache still lingers on.

The world keeps turning faster beneath the summer sky, Yet your shadow lives inside me no matter how hard I try.

Love drains slowly from my soul while setting fire to my mind, And bitterness blooms quietly, patient with its time.

Each passing day pulls warmth from what I used to know, A beautiful kind of ruin that never stops its growth.

So tell me… is it finally time to replace these feelings and let hate grow its bountiful harvest?

Why are they so invested in keeping R silent and performing to that best of the drum

Obviously there's a reason and it's not out of the goodness of their heart

Quit performing and making a scene your guilt is showing

I gave you a way out to peace and asked not to cause chaos

Their confessions are right in front of your face

Destroying me won't destroy your digital footprint or what you've done so stfu and enjoy the sun

Why do you insist on a narrative because who I am my record naw that was never a issue before more like to conceal and avoid

Talk about something else and stop pretending like the investment in the performance isn't calculated avoidance

I really don't want to be him and start pulling masks because you've already pulled mine how long could you possibly hide and what collapses after it comes off

I gain nothing

I gain from not pulling your mask and getting peace

I'm not in a bad place but the letters like I'm leave don't manifest my death

Don't harass any women at any point in my life

Don't harass my family

Don't cause chaos

Because you dont want me to do it back I put it all out

Peace gets peace

Quit gaslighting the situation

the same ones doing it are the ones who have the most to lose by my reacting they want me to react so they feel justified and quit silencing me and getting me removed to further your narrative

if mfs would quit blowing me up quit calling me

y'all running with it so I needed to check it

I'm trying to relax like tf

Please stop

I just want y'all to stfu please like God damn

Y'all are pushing the limit because the very ones pushing it are the ones scared to get exposed not realizing them doing that is them shooting themselves in the foot

Have some god damn respect

Y'all taking peoples pain and making it a theatric I'm smoking watching a fucking moving

The whole point was don't push it and it's only causing you harm not me TF

is what it is.

The moon leaves.

The dark stays.

The wolves get closer.

And somehow I still wake up

to tend the fields like any of it

ever meant something.

It is what it is.

You left without warning. One night there was still light touching the fields and the next there was only darkness and silence so loud it felt alive.

I did not know loneliness could howl. I did not know fear could breathe down your neck while you lay awake pretending to be strong. Every sound outside became a threat. Every shadow felt hungry.

I loved the moon because I believed it watched over lost people. Now I hate it for leaving me here defenseless. For letting the night swallow everything warm in me and never once looking back.

The crops still grow because my hands remember what my heart does not. But the fields are colder now. Spring arrives and means nothing. And some nights I sit in the dark listening to evil move through the trees wondering why the moon abandoned me like I was nothing at all.

I despise this darkness, I resent you leaving me here, I hate this pain.

Will the moon light glow in my sky again?

You learn early that the sun gives more than it keeps. Loss is inevitable. That much is certain. Humans pass with the seasons. They wither like the fields, but you are guaranteed to lose every seed you never plant.

Somewhere beyond the cold and the failed harvests, the moon returns, and even abandoned earth still turns toward its light.

So if you still hear the fields calling your name, embrace the seed through its entire cycle, for it is love and care that make the crops grow plentiful. Come home before the harvest ends, my most beautiful moon.

the moon doesn’t shine and the sun never sets, will our love ever grow?

There’s not much certainty in life except the moon’s glow, and when it leaves, the sun rises in the west only to set in the east.

The beauty in spring is the growth, the same beauty that brings the harvest.

But in the fall, when the sun sets on death, winter is cold and nothing grows.

The beauty in death is what resurrects the spring.

So I plant my seeds and till the dirt, working with care until the harvest, hoping for your return before I accept the beauty in death.the moon doesn’t shine and the sun never sets, will our love ever grow?

There’s not much certainty in life except the moon’s glow, and when it leaves, the sun rises in the west only to set in the east.

The beauty in spring is the growth, the same beauty that brings the harvest.

But in the fall, when the sun sets on death, winter is cold and nothing grows.

The beauty in death is what resurrects the spring.

So I plant my seeds and till the dirt, working with care until the harvest, hoping for your return before I accept the beauty in death.

-Love yours truly.