i feel like i don't even know myself.
i am sitting here across two people
who probably know me better than i know
myself.
and yet.
i can't seem to say the words
i need help.
i need
reassurance.
tell me i'm not losing my mind.
tell me that i haven't lost touch with the only
thing in the world i've ever been able to call
mine.
tell me,
that i am still worth something.
that i shouldn't be worrying about all the
outside
and the inside
and the right side
and the left side,
any of the sides
of me.
i guess i have kept it to myself,
because i am so
frightened
to hear the words come out of their mouths,
in the sweetest
or harshest tones,
telling me,
hazel,
you've lost it.
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a blooming heartache
PoetryA collection of poems that have shifted my heart, my mind, and my body to accept and live in different circumstances that the universe has put in my path. I wrote these for myself, but soon found out that other people could find salvation in them to...
