Peaceful
Little
Blissful
Lies
Part of me has given up
So I'm open to only two
By dearest and my poetry
Everyone else I cannot face
Everyone else doesn't need my problems
Though the two don't either
At this point I guess it's more of a matter of love
I love my dearest
I love my poetry
I know they can both listen to my pain everyday
Yes, I do open up to others on the occasion
But every other day of my life
Is filled with small
Stupid
Little
Blissful lies
I'm good
I'm great
It's fine
Don't worry
I understand
No, really it's fine
Maybe the things I let myself believe hurt me
Yet so do the times where I tore myself apart just to have everything cast aside
I've watched a father say I was loved
And then turn around and emotionally batter me until I was sobbing
I've found it hurts more to be open
To let people understand you
To let people hold you when you cry
To let them wrap their arms around you, just for the human contact
Yet somehow
Oh yes, somehow
I want those things
Need them
But I lie
Say I'm fine without them
Tiny
Blissful
Lies
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Sorting Poems Of A Pessimistic Optimist
PoetryThese are basically poems that I use to sort out my emotions and such. The poems might be really cheesy and stuff just because the type of emotions I need to sort out most of the time. I will still update the other poem collection but I will post lo...
