I can't help but wonder
if I hurt the one boy
who wanted nothing but to love me
but I would've fallen
if you didn't force our fingers to interlock
& I would've followed your eyes anywhere.
why can't you listen to me?
Our hearts our beating separate tempos
I'm echoing the same phrase
For a slim chance you'll listen
& you're doing the same
just to change my mind.
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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...
