This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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If I were to trip myself with these long sentences I string together, I'd embarrass myself to the point of no return. I'd sink into a hole I didn't know was there, And I'd accept it. A woman never writes to be right. A woman never writes to be seen. At least, I am a woman who writes to not burst. If not this "pen on paper" It will be my claws on your face. And my tears on your pillow. And my heart in your hands. But I released a lesser version of myself tonight. She was only a little girl when she began, And she didn't know what she was getting herself into with these long, long sentences, Of heartbreaking truth. Ankles became entangled faster than she realized, She tripped up her own heart. And wrote it all down so you could read it. Go and find it, I won't stop you. I'm sure you've found me by now, You were always so good at catching me when I ran. It doesn't take much digging to find what I try to bury. It doesn't take much at all
