i used to let people in
and let them stay in my life,
but they soon abused the power,
thinking all seems alright,
so in the end i closed all doors,
and stopped letting people in,
it stopped the hurting but didn't prevent the trauma,
but i still consider it as a win,
i thought for sure i locked the doors,
but you somehow weaseled your damn way in,
i couldn't get angry at you,
you proved to me you deserved to win,
you're so much different than them,
and that you deserved your place to stay,
so now i enjoy your company in my place,
because you make me feel okay.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poesía[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
