i spent years yelling at you,
slapping you the moment you made me angry.
i left bruises where there should have been kisses.
now, the anger is gone
and i'm filled with emptiness.
i need you,
yet you flinch at my touch.
- S.M.
"older sister"
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i feel more than other people
Poetrythis poetry collection embraces mental illness, trauma, passion, anger, and family relations through vast seas of words. my hope is to inspire others by turning raw heartache into relatable moments. warning: this book contains potentially sensitive...
