#i named it 'Heliotrope towards Algebia' and my favorite part was:

[vaguely-annoyed]

sometimes i remember i purposefully wrote "you've come to be / the plums outside / my window in the summer," for a friend i was in love with. the relationship didn't last much longer after that, and he doesn't know my plum tree hasn't given fruit in years

#nano bits #you see #i don't think i've ever written something as beautiful as that secret 'goodbye' poem if i may toot my own horn #i named it 'Heliotrope towards Algebia' and my favorite part was: #'you're the mane in the Leonides and i'm/the inflorescence taken by your light' near the very end #one day i might tell him this funny piece of trivia but for now i'm letting whoever comes across this know asdsadas #LIKE he probably does KNOW—there was the 'what we are is this: / comfort; heat / a couple of years / on borrowed time' #that came RIGHT before the plums bit #but man was he in denial for a couple of months before he actually decided to break it off on the conclusion that We Work Better as friends #and he was in-love with someone else; sometimes i wonder if I'll ever be able to write smth for someone again asdasdsa #i guess we'll see! excited to find out