I know someday
I'll find the other half of my soul
no matter how far away they are
or how long I have to wait,
I know they will cover my scarred & damaged skin
with warm blankets.
I'll sweep everything into my dusty closet,
and nothing else will matter
all of my trauma, heartache, and grief
will no longer be attached to me
and everything will be attached to my last life
away in my dusty closet
to uncover once all of this ends.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
