i put too much of myself into everything
i just do
and i try so hard not to
but
i can't
i gave away my heart till there was none left; that was fine
i gave away my soul until there was so little left i lost myself;
that was less fine
i don't fucking know what to do
because
recovery the normal way
ain't workin
and so
perhaps
if i close myself off
from everything
maybe that would work
i could surround myself with
silk
and emerge
a butterfly
and trust again
my trust
has been broken
so many times
it's quite a miracle
there's any left
it's quite a miracle
there's anything left of me at all,
really.
-em
YOU ARE READING
thoughts
Poetry"i'm forced to deal with what I feel, there is no distraction to mask what is real" -tøp just me
