(My previous relationship ended up hurting me in the end. I decided to burn the things he gave me so that I don't nearly break down every single time I'm in my room.)
Such a splendid sight. Within these flames are painful memories that crush my heart when I see them. They bring back an illusion of a love that turned to be false. No longer will I allow these artifacts of mythology to chain me to the cold, unforgiving ground of defeat. No longer will I be poisoned by the venom dripping from your toxic lips. These shackles have now been broken with the aid of merciless fire. I am free now from what was the funeral of my heart and joy. I have now set forth on a quest to not only find a love that is pure and true, but also to learn how to love myself without depending on an unreliable hand. Bright light will shine upon this new era of my life.
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Little Writings From A Little Person
PoetryThis is a collection of little writings and poems that I've written. They range in any subject possible. I just write whenever I'm bored, so I've decided to share them with people other than my close friends. I hope you like them. ❤
