I dropped the mirror down
after looking at the soul
i saw the new me, with dark circles
pain and tiredness inside the eyes
my mouth didn't try to utter a word
the head was messy
by useless thoughts
I saw my dried hands
left untouched
I saw my heart
where there's empty
without water
as you drank all my love
and gave back only hate
even with that hate
i build my broken pieces again
but it was broken again
i'm trying to create a sword to place against
my heart, so if someone pours hate
it never accepts.
it can heal, soon
i'm watering with self-love
with the colors from the universe
with the flowers
i'll repaint my heart and make it for me.
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She found herself
Poetry"She found herself" is a collection of poems about love, womanhood, heartache, healing, self-love, importantly finding and becoming oneself. I have spilled some magic and learned that the heart can speak and weaved the words here. I send lots of l...
