When they told me
to follow my heart,
I ran forward, never looking back.
But now,
that I've finally stopped moving,
all I can do is look back..
At what was, what could've been.
It's torture, playing scenarios
in my head that will never be.
Having to live with this..
current reality.
When after all this time,
I finally got a taste
of what true happiness is..
was.. will be.
Who knows,
I suppose I'll let my heart
guide me back out of this mess.
It owes me one 💔
-Me (9/24/20)
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How I Really Feel
PoetryShort 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...
