i am a profusion of cells and nerves. i am messy hair and even messier thoughts. sometimes i act carefully thought out but most times i act purely on impulse. sometimes i am brave and other times i am anxious. sometimes i know where i stand and other times i get confused. i am imperfect and i make mistakes. i only want what's best. i only want to help and to make sure you're not hurting. i am just a small spec on this earth that likes hearing about galaxies and what you love the most. i am a bearer of scars, inwardly and outwardly. i am a lover of the sky and a fearer of bad weather. i am a lover of nature and of it's inhabitants. i am a lover of god and all he's created. i am a lover of art and all it's different branches. i am a lover of people's inner thoughts and a lover of you. and i will be these things, for as long as i may live. i will be these things whether i am large or small. i will be these things whether i am at my worst or at my best. i will always be these things. but you've begun to treat me like i am not. i have never forgotten all that you are. so why have you forgotten all that i am?
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letters to the one who broke me
Poetryheartbreak is different for everyone. this will follow my journey through the eyes of unrequited love that may have not been so unrequited at one point, and how I've grown through the broken pieces of myself.
