I love too much
and I hate myself for that.
I love easily, and render anyone I love family
But, it never works out
Everyone who I've collected for my shelves upon shelves of family members always
leaves.
Or they do something bad.
Or they just disappear in my memory
Either way it's pointless for me to collect anymore broken figures of family
I had enough of those to start out with.
Like dust it all fades
My love has dulled but never diminished
I love them all still
w. h. y.
I don't know.
Ive finally learned not to care as much
But, in a way I've lost all that was soft within me
Goodbye to the days of loving people I'm familiar with
Now I'm dull.
Like a soft stone I'm slightly jagged
Round and cold
Gray and utterly dull.
But I still love too much.
Too too much
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
