Maybe i just shouldn’t
Care so much anymore;
If no one else cares,
Why should I?
…yet, what if I leave
And they miss me like
I miss a piece of them?
Alright, I’ll stay.
Things can’t be too bad,
Right?
…I feel like the wind
Is knocked out of my lungs.
I can’t handle this.
I need to escape.
The water is up to my
Neck, close to drowning me.
…but I need them in my
life.
How could I possibly leave
And cut them off
When they treat me so well?
Am I the problem?
Will they eventually leave me?
I will do everything in my power
To prevent that.
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Burning Flowers
PoetryA collection of my poetry that I have written over the past years, as well as months. Themes come from parts of my life, such as hurt, grief, codependency, and experiencing the love of God. All poetry is of my original work.
