i wish you know how it feels
to have the weight of the undercity
crushed and scraped against your lungs
every putrid smell that lingers around me
doesn't seem to be bothering you
how does it feel to be accepted?
to be loved for who you are?
and what you were made off?
i had to prove myself to this world
i had to rip myself apart
from skin to bones
to be where i am right now
i don't blame you for leaving me
i would leave myself too,
but i didn't,
so why,
did you?
i know you had your own demons too
but you promised to stay till the end
and you didn't.
so now,
how does it make you feel
to see me,
the little sister with the heart you shattered?
i hope this time,
you don't jinx it like i did.
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RETROUVAILLES - POETRY
Poetrywords that i can't speak out loud but in poetry, i can.
