"Over the years I've changed, I no longer crave for materialistic things. I don't want to find someone who can take me to expensive places. I no longer find someone who can praise the outer me.
I want someone to be the calm breeze of my turbulent nights.
Someone who can help me grow, like rain helps the flowers.
Someone to stand by my side and give me a glitter of hope as I try to reach my goals.
Someone who can see my inner mess, all the chaos I tend to hide and still appreciate me.
Someone who can stitch my open wounds, heal them and wait till the scars fade.
Someone who can love the real me.
When I break down, someone to say, " Its ok to cry, even the sky cries sometimes."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
