How can this be? You do not think of me.
Wrapped in another's feelings about your feelings.
You do matter. Not more, but no less.
I grow tired of telling you. Rest your head now.
No more will you defend, but you will not be silent.
Unconditional love does not mean you destroy yourself and lower your worth for the sake of another's wants and needs.
You cannot fill a hole in another's heart;
only wrap it in your own warmth.
The hole will still be there;
it is not yours to repair.
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Dumping Grounds
PoetrySometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
