It's all or nothing
in my mind.
Everything matters
or nothing at all.
I wish
I could stay
somewhere
in the middle,
but I fear
it's like a collapsing bridge
over a ravine
of my regrets.
If I fall,
there is no coming
back up
and if I don't -
I'll remain stuck
in the same place
forever.
burning myself instead of my bridges
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Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
