My chest burns, but it is not on fire.
Burning with love and yet feeling pain.
I curse myself and who I am.
To be born like this — or maybe taught?
Should I apologize for who I am?
Should I beg for forgiveness for the things I've said and done?
Will you still love me even when parts of me are gone?
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To Hopeless Romantics
PoesiaHeartbreaks and heart aches leave the soul shaken to hopelessness. Thinking of the ones whose hurt us; the ones whose left us longing. It's a universal feeling. No matter the age or gender, we're bound to feel hopeless about someone. Longing for som...
