Ever since my heart started bleeding, I've kept my love open to the world.
I try to be a donor for those in need, but my blood type
just isn't compatible.
Like water and oil,
you can't mix love and hatred,
yet..
they reside right next to each other, separated by a thin line.
Sometimes the balance becomes disturbed..
and you feel like
the feelings are mixed,
only for time
to slowly set the balance again.
I'd offer you my hand,
but I can still feel the sting
of your teeth from last time..
hard lesson learned.
- Me (4/23/20)
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How I Really Feel
PoezjaShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
