It wasn't always like this.
Impulsivity was a characteristic of mine;
Vying for friendship, and exchanging lifetimes without conditions.
Being vulnerable wasn't hard, but times are different now.
Would you love me if I let you see?
Paranoid, I hold out for fear of the worst.
It's been years, but I'm still waiting for you to hurt me.
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Collected Poems: Vol. I
PoesíaThis is the debut collection of poems by poet Sasha Lynn Wallace. Volume I explores and dissects their personal experiences regarding: love, joy, spirituality, heartbreak, & trauma. Poems from 2018-2023
