He feigned the words of a broken heart.
Of a lost heart, of seeking heart.
He lead me to fall apart of the progress I had made,
But,
Not for long.
He was like a shot of depression infused into my veins.
Tempting me to fall back again.
In those few minutes,
I did.
But I no longer have the defenses
I had before.
And I am not fighting my battle alone anymore.
Can you hear in the way I talk?
Can you feel it in the way my heart beats
The way I breathe a little normally?
The temptation is no longer…tempting.
I don’t have the urge to submerge.
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~I.L.U*
Quanisha.
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Poems
PoetryPoems that I have written when inspriation hit, not really a poet but it helps when I need to relax or purge :)
