i am a book with pages that fight the wind.
i have adrenaline for blood,
a race car for a heart,
and a mind full of dread and worry.
my spine is a rose stem,
spikes and all.
my arms are vines,
and my legs are roots.
i am fueled by opinions,
dragged by love,
and beaten by criticism.
my scars are stories,
my bruises, like flowers,
asking for attention.
my voice is silence,
soft as velvet.
my gaze is curiosity,
anger,
or admiration.
my hurt is quiet,
avoidance,
and betrayal.
vivat q vi fecit.
- java
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diaphanous
Poetrydiaphanous is a collection of various poems written by java around 2014-2016 about enduring parental emotional abuse and bullying at school as well as navigating through major depression, social anxiety, and generalized anxiety.
