I'm fixing myself, love
I'm fixing for you.
You don't know that I love you,
Oh, but I do.
I'll make myself better,
Not broken inside.
Who could love a person
With these secrets to hide.
I'll make myself whole again,
No more nightmares.
No more panic attacks,
To catch me unawares.
Maybe after that, love,
I daren't hope.
Maybe you'll love me,
When I'm no longer broke.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
