How does one walk on a tightrope?
When you can't ever be good enough for someone no matter how brutally hard you've tried.
When everything that is right in your life turned sour, the aftertaste of your coffee gets salty with nightmares and pent up anger, with misery of even the past mistakes you say you've already forgotten but all this time only keeps in your heart hidden, until you find new ways to exploit yourself, to wallow on the same vast lake of anxiety and river of depression over and over again.
Madness.
It must be somebody else's fault. Because I used to believe you can never be that careless in this lifetime.
You decide that if you keep chewing on the same poison-fruit, you soon learn to adapt to it.
But why can't you?
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What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
