"when's it gonna be my turn? tried so hard to be so good and humble, i wake up at the crack of 9, i look into your eyes, and i see a place that's cold and empty, where nobody loves you."
if i can't get past this by hoping
ill just love all those around me
and even though id rather be a duo
i can put on a solo just fine
nothing helps when i hope you might be mine
so ive flipped it on its own head
there's nothing id rather have
through the mysteries of love
than to just to give it my all once again
i don't need to give it to one
maybe it'd better to save it for all
no matter how old i grow
no matter how much i know
i guarantee the same pattern i sew
there's no real plan
but ill learn from my mistakes
and hope my loving arms can bring
the life back into all your beating hearts
and find myself right here
though your mouth forgets the taste of happiness
ill bring it back, and i promise to you all
you're so much more important than i first thought.
i love you all
laura, for your insightful words in my state
lucy, for the time youve taken to listen to me
skyy, for the times we talk about our own shit
toby, you may not be directly involved
but the shared experience was enough for me
cheyenne, for confiding in me, talking with me, and generally being there for the moments i felt alone
and for the all the times
the happiness following
the moments i realized
i am my own person
and i will be okay
i thank all of what helped me
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
