the snowflake
i am a raindrop.
i have always chosen that as my metaphor.
but then i froze.
from inaction,
so no one could hurt me,
from his heartbreak—
choose your reason. it is all of them,
and none of them.
but i became a snowflake,
fragile,
breakable,
easily melted.
pretty,
but not good for anything else.
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