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one day i lay on the floor
sobbing in my hands, wondering who i was crying for
you then barge in through the door
and hold me in your arms like you've never done before
(and it rattled and shook me to my core,
leaving me scrambling around for more)
you ask me what's making me feel all blue
while i sob and melt into you like glue
i lied saying it's because i felt screwed
and that there was nothing more that i could do
(but those were mistakes i can never undo
and you'll never know the truth,
because then, i didn't have the guts to say i was crying because of you)
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YOU ARE READING
'identity'- poetry
Poetry"perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be" a poem book exploring struggles with identity, emotions, and finding a place where you belong (a few of these poems are from my other poem book "inside me".)
