I think I loved too much.
I think it broke me.
Maybe it scared them.
Maybe it scares me.
I wish my words were enough this time.
I wish I were enough any time.
I wish.
I think.
Maybe.
I wish.
I think.
Maybe.
My life in five words.
I wish, I think, maybe.
I wish my insecurities wouldn't stay.
I think I mean the same to them as they do to me.
Maybe, maybe, I'm getting better.
I wish, I think, maybe.
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Drowning
PoetryBefore we start there are numerous trigger warnings for homophobia, depression, death suicidal thoughts, and mild implied eating disorder (its not very obvious at all but better safe than sorry.) But, even though in the beginning its filled with sor...
