January 21, 2023
Wishing you were simply easy to be forgotten like I am for you.
That the memories attached were always more tainted like you believed.
Struggling to once again tell myself that this is over like you said.
Wishing I had the power to convince myself you would always be bad for me,
like you did to me.
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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...
