Sometimes I want to get lost in a city of random strangers and even stranger monuments.
Stop at the side of the highway and cry my heart out.
Scream and scream, till my throat becomes raw
Break porcelain vases and mirrors in a fit of rage.
Or just sit in the shower and pretend its raining.
So, for once I’m drowning in something more than my thoughts.
My self-sabotage reeks from everything I have ever done.
Lips curled into a smirk,
Tempting me to try something, anything.
I am terrified but I can’t let it win, not this time.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
