There’s purpose in your whisper, yet it’s annoying, like peeling skin from a sunburned blister.
In another time we could have been friends, hell, even sisters, yet we’ve turned out very differently, feeling more like sworn enemies.
Still, you have your moments when you aren’t worthless, and there is love in you, you can feel it.
Just like that late summer sunburn that torments but leaves glowing new skin behind.
