i was raised alone in the backyard with just my toys and me
making fictitious stories in my mind.
i always felt lonely and wanted to go out in the world and explore.
i loved being with myself but wanted to feel others around me.
but now that i am here, after collecting acquaintances, friends and lovers,
i feel disintegrated, like i have been torn apart so recklessly.
i need that person back who loved grasses, trees, wide blue skies and beaches
who loved small insects and bugs and birds.
who loved tiny houses with plants and skylights.
who loved to ask for help and never felt embarrassed about showing herself.
who loved others and believed in soulmates and wanted one of her own.
but honestly,
i tried finding her, but she is lost, and i am guilty of her disappearance,
she made others a priority over herself and went on fabricating her shattered pieces back,
which is nearly impossible now.
YOU ARE READING
Gloomy Daisies.
PoetryThis book is the collection of some of the sad poems I wrote throughout the years. It is about heartbreak, fake promises, agony , self hate and a little healing. I am glad to share this with you all. I hope you like it.
