Everything I touch turns to dust,
My misfortune chosen, self-sabotage a must.
Everything I make willingly breaks,
As everything I love, I push away for my sake.
Everything I feel crumbles with choice,
Leaving me alone, silencing my voice.
What I see as noble, others deem selfish,
Pondering their words, truth feels hellish.
Everything I hear is my mind's creation,
Suppressing desires without explanation.
Everything I say is bound by the past,
Longing to fix what I've tainted, to make it last.
Everything I lose through my contemplations,
Ruining happiness with my hesitations.
Everything I have is slipping away,
My bed self-made, in mistakes I lay.
Everything I touch turns to dust,
In this constant cycle, I've placed my trust.
-Written by Ray-Ventura
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Everything I Touch (Short Poem)
PoetryThis introspective poem delves into the theme of self-sabotage and the struggle with internal conflicts. Through heartfelt lines and expressive imagery, it explores the pain of pushing away love, the weight of past mistakes, and the cycle of misfort...
