bleeding out
in the sequel of the past,
the present left behind,
and the future to come,
i look at the wave in the face
sailing my self-worth boat
that is tattered and weak,
and tell the wave that it
means nothing to me
because it is not the first
or the last gargantuan wave
that i have to face.
my gash in the heart that was
bleeding out is stitched up
so i do not need to be afraid
because i am ready,
and my bleeding out has finally
stopped. ♥️
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poetry
Poésiepoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
