if I knew better
I would tiptoe my way out
five years or much later
is worth sacrificing than this route
now all of it makes sense
the whispered talking and holding hands
he never even uttered my name
except in fate forgotten lands
darling, baby, and all those other names
were never equivalent to my real identity
I don't know if it's because of anguish or shame
but he entrapped me in an unwanted reality
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Ivy Indigo
Poetrya short poetic story of an ivy whose roots climbed the wrong walls, and yet found home in another's house of stone.
