I think I open myself
up to people
a little too easily,
so when I'm left
vulnerable,
they turn me down,
and I'm left with
a broken heart,
spilling my sorrows
to a man I once loved
as if he were my sky.
Maybe I should
stop trying,
and I should
start focusing on myself,
but the thing about that
is that I feel
no joy when focused
on myself.
I am happiest
when I focus
on someone else,
and work on making
them happy.
To see their smiles
and to experience
their joy,
makes me the happiest,
and I just wish
I could have that again.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
