the person who ended up breaking me,
will not be the person to fix me.
but i can't help but to crave talking about everything i missed in their life.
maybe i'm just too nosy,
but i also wish i was there.
experiencing and feeling their highs and lows, directly by their side.
i cannot think to fix myself, only others.
ensuring that you'll have someone who cares about you more than themself.
i will always try to fix you because i know it's the best of what i do.
but i can't promise i won't break you, turning your heart blue.
it seems as if i have that affect on other people,
a drug that is promisingly lethal.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
