Her lies like gasoline, she pours all over me
My inner child cries and pleads;
"Mommy, please.. Don't do this to me"
Her internal rage is the match; sparking a flame
Even if I'm the one hurting
I guess I'm always the one to blame
Her fiery words burn holes through my brain
Sometimes I wish I could just melt away
But still I stay
Because I have hope
That maybe one day
You'll find room for me in your hollow heart
That maybe one day
You'll love me the way I love you
But even I know that's too good to be true.
If you don't even love yourself
How could you ever love me?
7/29/23
7:53 PM
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Poetry"Writing is the painting of the voice." Sometimes I feel things. Sometimes I write them down. 🤷🏻♀️ Come grow with me on my journey of writing and self discovery. Find something you relate to along the way. 🙂🌸 All feedback & support is appreci...
