If I'd known
my pen would
make me this
famous
I'd have begun
writing my truth
many months ago
You think you
can destroy me?
Hiding behind an
anonymous
image? Sweetheart, I
have done this
time and again.
They could not
break me, and
you are no
different.
I am not
afraid of you.
Do your worst.
YOU ARE READING
Bare Bones
PoetryA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
