"will i ever be good enough for you?", conferring with the face that mocks me in the mirror. reflecting with my reflection, i hope to one day realize what part of me turned him off to the idea of us. why i was so easily replaceable in our friendship, if i could even call it a friendship. "i will never be good enough for him," though i know not what part of me has caused this rift, if any part at all. i can't help but to think i was only a distraction from the girls who did not love him. maybe i'm just a placeholder for the female shaped void he needed filled. how he found a few moments of solace in our convoluted definition of friendship. now back where i started not knowing of his life.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoezjaPLEASE 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...
