Poetry
Gave me a voice to speak
A voice I never thought I had
It granted me the power
To manipulate words
Shape them into what I desire
I got the chance to say
All that I was afraid of saying
And that's a good thing
Right?
I loved poetry
Until it turned on me
The voice it gave
The one I once found home in
Became alien
Something to fear
The power it granted
Was overwhelming
I couldn't control
The words that pour out of me
Every line I wrote
Felt like sharp razors
Leaving trails of red behind
I couldn't just write
Anymore
I had to hurt too
-I didn't just write poems, I bled them.
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The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
