A poem for The Traveler
Board the bus at 2:15 am
In my seat
My luggage next to me
Out the window, your figure fades
Suddenly 13 years worth of escapades fill my brain
I'm on my way to a different country
Far away
I'm letting you go
I'm freeing myself
From any shadow of doubt
I sometimes look back in mind
Closing my eyes thinking
Why me?
I should have known not to go this far
Love's a dangerous game
I'll take all the blame
I should have known
I'm okay making my way through airport security
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Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
