they told me i was too kind, too sympathetic, and too weak. and i didn't believe them. i was determined to think that i was strong, ruthless, and mature. i was an old, mighty tree ready to collapse in the midst of heady tempest. i was stupidly in love, and although i knew, i still held on until you crawled under my shell and shattered the very core of my existence.
they told me i was too kind, too sympathetic, and too weak. and they were right. i used nobody, and so i allowed myself to be used by everybody.
- 3/13/18
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Catharsis | On Hold
PoetryPerhaps tomorrow, the flowers will begin to bloom for you, too. Wattpad Pick - 4/19/18 (Pocketful of Posey) Featured on TeenFiction (Trending Teen Fiction) Featured on WattpadPoetry (Heart Stains)