January 23rd, 2024
I'm here for him.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Maybe he'll feel my love this time.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Okay, that hurt, I need a moment.
Retreat.
Retreat.
I'm back from my own darkness.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Fuck, okay I need to improve.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Ouch, what am I doing wrong?
Retreat.
Retreat.
I love him, so many.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Shit, I'm crying and I don't cry.
Retreat.
Retreat.
He didn't mean it
Repeat.
Repeat.
My heart, what about my heart?
Repeat.
Repeat.
Wait, what about my heart?
Retreat.
Retreat.
Do I even matter?
Repeat.
Retreat.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
