I found an old notebook of mine
It looked used as it was supposed to
but it looked so beautiful
it still has the smell of my old perfumed lotion on high school
I didn't know my smell could be transferred to this old journal.
This was my everything.
I thought I remembered what I had written in there
I was stupid and young,
I realized now that I had mistaken the comfort people gave me to love
I thought I had it all figured out
but
what was I thinking?
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PoetryStarting is one of my most struggle when writing this book. I have been trying to finish this for years now but hasn't had the energy to do so. To my readers, meet my soul, I poured my heart into this and I hope you enjoy getting to know me. This is...
