You lean in to kiss
I reach up, but stop because
Damn, your beath is stank!
Smoking till last breath
No wonder your lungs have died
You fueled- failed systems
Hoarding nuts in trees
Like collecting parts of me
That have gone missing
Renunciation
Taking back my past feelings
Now I'm born again
Plastic surgery
Reconstructioning all my thoughts
I'm a new person
Experiences
New and old bring us closer
Until I am hooked
I always said no
To something that's different
Don't understand why
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Perfectly Flawed
PoetryA collection of poems dealing with depression, eating disorders, hate, anger, suicide, hope, love, change, and new life. Enjoy :) xx
