January 7, 2023
I tear little by little.
Watching the words on the paper disappear from in front of my eyes.
Somehow hoping it erases the past.
Knowing that no matter my words, my wants, my actions.
I will never be able to change a thing.
I tear little by little.
Watching the way my heart bleeds in silence.
Somehow thinking my words would write the future.
Knowing that I'm still living in the words, moments, and times of the past.
I will never be able to change a thing.
I tear little by little.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
