You felt it.
It tore you apart;
you had to pull back.
Nothing that occurred
was you.
You didn't deserve those
scars, but beautiful they are.
A testament to your suffering;
You survived.
(I wrote this in like 5 minutes pls excuse it)
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Poetrytrying my hand at poetry. sometimes its about love, too much, crushing so hard you're breaking, but sometimes its about the itch in your brain where no verbal statement can reach. I fell in love with literature harder and softer than spoken words. B...
