I wish you were here for me to hold,
so I could tell you all of my secrets and every lie I've ever told.
I could speak about the rain and how it makes me feel alone,
Or the way my house will never really feel like a home.
I would shout of the little things that make me feel alive,
Or whisper of the darkness away from which I strive.
I could moan all my fantasies,
Morn my catastrophes.
Transparency.
This is the kind of love that deserves our secrets,
Even the ones we will to keep.
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January 2018.
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Hopelessly Hopeful
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written. They detail my experience with true and not-so-true love, bereavement, abuse, anxiety and depression. These poems are my soul and I share them to you with love but please be careful whilst reading my work...
