My heart sticks in my throat.
I know I have to go no matter what.
Unpredictable
He's so unpredictable and I'm so small.
I've always been so small.
How do I hold myself up when I've been carrying his extra weight for all my forevers?
Or will I be lighter when I shed it
Will I trip and fall
Further than I've ever been?
I need him to know my power
He's not the one in control anymore.
I'm scared of open anything, but I'm done with all the hiding.
I'll free me
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Ode to Life
PuisiIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
