- I used to hate you so much- you pissed me.
what a hot mess you were, that you didn't see.
Sometimes I kinda wished you were dead.
But after all, you were me.
How could I wish death upon you?
At least not until I tried to change you.
- So picked up a pen; she wrote to the future me.
She said, " I will make it up to you sissy."
She build the bridges, to keep her safe.
Ox of a man, she worked like.
Then cried the future me, " A feeling for you I have" said she,
"You made me full of light. " her heart gleed.
- Samruddhi.
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This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.