We are born perfect,
10 toes, 10 fingers, two beautiful eyes,
and a whole heart,
but along the way travelers have invited themselves into your home,
and taken pieces of you,
eyes haunted by the past,
insides hollow, and
heart slowly chipped away at, bit by bit,
until you're left with a shell,
parts barely functioning,
struggling to go on.
YOU ARE READING
Meaningless Scribbles
PoetryThe inner ramblings and thoughts of a girl who's had her fair share of heartbreak and loss but also happiness and love, confusion, inner turmoil, and all the human emotions. All Rights Reserved © by acidlove_
