walking leaves

Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realise that you don’t anymore.
I tried to write
an apology.
After all,
every tornado
takes two
masses of air.
So it wouldn’t be fair
to lay the blame
on you.
At least,
that’s what I used
to believe.
After all,
I’ve seen my own share
of stormy weather.
But as it turns out
I didn’t contribute
to this particular storm.
I just got swept up
in your destruction.
I cannot write you
an apology
because the words
do not feel genuine.
There is only one thing
I am not proud of.
So this
is my apology:
I am sorry
for not loving myself enough 
to leave sooner.
—  Sorry, V.P.
I used to see in colour but I slowly started building walls around myself and before I knew it, everything went black.
—  Georgiaonefour

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

Sherlock has his head hung in shame. “On the wall.” He mumbles.

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.” John folds his arms. 

“On the wall.” Sherlock says louder, then cuts his eyes to the ginger haired puppy who is sitting and panting happily as if nothing is wrong. He gives the pup an accusing glare. “In my defense, it was all going well before-”

“The paint was supposed to go on the wall, and now it’s all over the both of you.” John too cuts his eyes to the pup, whose ginger coat is mottled with white paint. “I have to give both of you baths now, I suppose.” John sighs, then notices Sherlock’s smirk. “A clinical bath, you clot.”

Sherlock stops smirking and puts down the paint roller in the pan. “As if you’ll be able to resist me once I’m undressed.” He begins undoing the buttons on his shirt as he leaves the room. “I’ll give you five minutes before you-”

“Don’t forget you’re in trouble!” John warns. 

“Hm, even more a reason to indulge.”

John watches Sherlock leave, then picks up the pup, holding it out far in front of him to avoid getting paint on himself as well. “Never a dull day, is there?” The puppy licks John’s wrist. “I’m glad you agree.”