I am constantly seeking validation and redemption in all forms.
The line between what is positive and hurtful has blurred and shifted leaving me perpetually stuck not knowing where I stand.
What I receive never seems to be enough.
The praise from millions means nothing compared to a few words from you.
What do I need to do to please you?
I'll rip off my clothes and dig out my heart for your perusal if it helps, leaving myself exposed and weak, praying for your assistance when I inevitably have to stitch myself back together again.
I've morphed into someone that I'm not sure if I like.
It doesn't matter though as long as you approve.
The paragraph of my day is punctuated by interactions with you.
I hate the way they are so few and far between lately but I keep trying, keep reaching, no matter how many times I fall flat on my face.
- starr
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Starfall (Poetry)
Poetry"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets." - Arthur Miller A messy collection of poems written in my formative years. 2016 - 2018 ~~~ Trigger warnings may apply to some of these. Completed
