when i first met you
you were nice
gently correcting me
later
you were still nice
but not so gentle
corrections every second
you didn't think i was good enough
and so i wasn't
because you didn't let me
i never complained
i believed you
i didn't think
i was good enough
i thought it was my fault
—no, it was yours
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
