in these late hours i feel my most vulnerable, i sent away all of her versions, i don't even want to fall in love anymore. i don't want to give away any more pieces of my heart, you should know, i was already broken from the start. i tried to find the joy in releasing for your pleasure, i found myself knocking on the doors to my nether. please, understand there's nobody special, we're all made of the same flesh, we all breathe the same breath, we'll all die the same death. whether you live long or die fast, it all depends on your quest. in these late hours i feel my most vulnerable, i sit & ponder w/ myself, staring at the flaws in my jaws, hoping to not feel anything thump in my chest. oh, what it'd it be like to take my last breath, oh, to be freed from this life of death. as i close my eyes to finally rest, i hope i wake up & it was all God's test, i hope He tells me i passed. in these late hours i feel my most vulnerable.
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Poesiathis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
