the leaves fall and so does my mood
the weather isn't the only thing that's seasonal
I mourn who I was this time last year
as if they aren't also a part of me
I do this every year
and yet never get used to it
it always feels the same
I regret, I mourn, I hurt
then the warmth floods in
the weather isn't the only thing that's seasonal
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Whispered Thoughts and Screaming Lines
PoesíaMy attempts at poetry Trigger warning for every poem Mentions of: suicide, self harm, eating disorders, dysphoria, etc. Most poems are written as spoken word so if they sound weird when you read them that's why
