i will always stress love as a very beautiful thing
but i never claimed the journey there to be quite as easy
love is a very complex thing
simply for the fact that
loving a person can be as easy as breathing
but holding onto them as easy as
trying to catch water with a fork
they slide through the cracks and free fall
you see the world in their eyes
yet they keep shutting them
the admiration in the gaze
the affection in the voice
the affliction in the choice
then comes the contradiction
actions versus words
the words and faraway smiles
fight against the burning jealousy
and contrary to what they may believe
their actions do hurt
the pain blossoms in the bottom of your stomach
and settles at the tips of your toes
leaves scratch marks on your heart
your blood on their clothes
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confessions of a teenage girl
Poetryi'm invisible. my friends don't see me. my family doesn't see me. i am a ghost. a phantom of nonexistent matter. i don't exist. i never have and i never will. ~tales of the invisible girl collection of poems that i wrote ❤️ Best read in Baskerville...
