chrysanthemum
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her insults; well thought out and eloquent prose, but also, beautiful, sharp and thorny like a rose.
her mind, always focused where it shouldn't be, yet vast and welcoming and wandering and free.
she always wondered, never thought. she always wandered, her mind was lost.
she stood tall, head held high, but to avoid seeing her faults, her eyes turned towards the sky.
she loved to have attention, having the gaze of all eyes, but never if they were negative - if she was hated, she might cry.
she confused herself a lot, always lost in thought, and by the end of every night, she found herself distraught.
she looked at who she really was, and upon doing so, she frowned. awash with all of her insecurities, she felt as though she'd drown.
maybe that's what she really wanted, was to hide away and die. the thought made her happy. to death she knew she would oblige.
she could never lose her fight, she didn't want to give up, so she put on a smile, did her hair, and decided enough was enough.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely
Poetryhonestly just a book of love letters at this point. i mostly write about one person but heyyyy i mix it up sometimes. the earlier poems aren't my best wok but they progressively get better.
