i've learned that love can come with strings,
and so i bend until i break for things
that others wouldn't even spare a glance,
a puppet on a stage, lost in a trance.
i long to be seen and loved for me,
but instead, i'm trapped in a fantasy
of meeting expectations i can't meet,
a cycle that leaves me feeling incomplete.
so i'll break free from these chains that bind,
and search for love that's more inclined
to see me as i am, flaws and all,
and catch me if i stumble and fall.
| 'veriteaˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹
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across the bridge of adulthood
Poetrypoetry the colors i once wielded with ease, now lay forgotten in a dusty breeze. my brushes, once a conduit of expression, now sit stiff and lifeless, a sad reflection. for life has taken hold, and with it brought the challenges of adulthood, so dea...
