dear self,
i am sorry
i owe you an apology
for all that i've put you through
for taking criticism
from people i would have never
turnt to for advice
for always putting you second
and justifying every excuse others had
for all the sleepless nights
and puffy eyes
for feeling so intensely
— feeling on a higher frequency
than most people
for picking up vibes from
every room
i enter
every person
i meet
for ignoring the
harsh reality
and finding refuge
in the mirages i fashion
in my mind
escapism, they call it
because having each of those
emotions, thoughts
transverse through me
suffocates me
and escape
is my only rest
i am truly
sorry
YOU ARE READING
this is what a broken heart feels like
Poesía"you gave the worst goodbye, and people ask me how i've been"
