... even you made me feel
but, it wasn't real.
somehow,
emptiness still draped over my ribcage
like a wet blanket.
like me knowing
what I feel is right.
and there is nothing wrong with that.
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Vulnerable
PoetryBe careful to whom you give your heart; they don't have to be perfect, but they need to be consistent in how they apply themselves through the right efforts. I, of mind, body, and spirit am vulnerable. Once a woman who thought that happiness was bro...
