nostalgia for the blonde hair blue eyed boy
who everyone convinced me was evil
but he was really just misunderstood,
and i was too busy caring what other people thought to love him
but nostalgia is overexposed polaroids
seen through rose colored glasses
where everything that was bad
is edited out, placed into a laminated folder deep in the recesses of my subconscious
fingering through photo albums
of damaged polaroids
im able to make out the threats
he used to control me
and the reasons
why i left
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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...
