Once I was whole. An innocent child full of potential and ideals; all the things we're born with. And that had been enough.
But then you came along.
You shattered me into thousands of pieces, pieces that I can never find the right order of. And when I shattered, I turned into sharp, ragged fragments that were meant to tear the rest of me to shreds.
No one saw it coming when I turned them into weapons against you.
I will never be touched by ungrateful hands again, I will save myself in this one.
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Growing Out My Hair Again
PoetryA poetry book for people recovering from trauma, for survivors, lovers, and people who aren't sure about their place in the world.
