Sometimes, I hate my life.
Sometimes, I like it.
Being helpful,
Watching her grow up.
Seeing her styles changing.
Being leaned on.
Being used.
Being pressured.
Feeling each line, each word, each letter drawn unto
The blanket on top of me.
The paper is sometimes crisp,
Sometimes rough.
Sometimes light
Light like the weight of leaves falling in the
Autumn
I like the feel of paper.
It's cozy.
It's almost always there
Pinned to my heart.
Like a lover.
I can't seem to keep one for that
L O N G
I'm always with a new one
A new one pinned to my heart.
Sometimes, I'm happy with this.
Sometimes, I feel safe.
Usually, I don't
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Poems of a Fangirl
PoesieThis is a collection of poetry which I've been writing for the past three years. Many of them connect to previous ones although you can pick and choose. This collection spans themes such as heartbreak, love, depression, anxiety, and eating disorder...
