If I had showed you more,
maybe you would spiral less.
I could just clutch onto you
by your shell like a snail.
I would keep you with my love
more akin to a terrarium,
but it could never work.
I thought if I contain myself enough,
maybe I’ll grow a shell of my own.
As our friendship builds more,
I’ll hate you less.
Hints of betrayals would fade
like the trail of a snail,
but they didn’t.
Betrayals
