I spend a lot of time
Searching for affection
In shallow places
I gave people bits of me
They didn't deserve
And I let myself be hurt
Because I thought that what I deserved
But once I let go
Of trying to shove the puzzle pieces
In places that did not fit
Once I let go all the hate
I secretly stored in the gashes
That decorated my heart
I met you
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
