laying in bed,
analyzing your day,
realizing all the details that you missed—the facial expressions you misread.
and you realize that they don't like you,
that they pretend to be polite,
and honestly you're not even sure you deserve that kindness.
you can see it in third person and watch yourself making your mistakes all over again
stuck on a loop like a broken record, painfully experiencing the panging in your stomach as you watch yourself embarrass yourself.
and the more i think about it the more i realize how little i know
and how clueless i am.
and the butterflies are back, dancing in my stomach.
forcing me to watch and re-watch my greatest fails.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
