i was too fixated on pleasing you with my physical beauty,
that i forgot it's what is on the inside that actually matters,
and i realise now that i lost myself as a result,
too busy trying to become somebody new for you,
somebody you'd love,
erasing my identity,
just for you.
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Wildflowers
Poetry"men have a nerve to play with a woman's heart, to convince her she is not beautiful the second he doesn't get his way, to convince her she is nothing to him, whilst her eyes are flooded with potential, and his are deep and empty, void." A poetry co...
