I have a love-hate relationship
with the emails titled "Order
confirmation" sitting in my inbox.
I find myself chasing away
the sadness with shiny new things,
pressing proceed to checkout more
times then opening my mouth to say
how I actually feel. As I open
the stacks of packages carrying
way more than just a new purse, I tell myself,
"it's fine, I'm young and just giving myself
the things I never got as a child."
But as I sit, debris of cardboard
and packing peanuts surrounding me,
the only thing left but the feelings
I had tried to suppress, I suddenly hate
that my fingers had ever pressed
that 'Place Order' button.
Because the only thing I am left with
is a mountain of shiny things
and the feelings I had tried so hard to bury
sitting at the very top.
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A/N: Not much of the words have changed really just learning how to format
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Poetry Portfolio
PoesiaI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
