There is loose change falling down my sleeve
And the mascara stains under my eyes do me no justice
I wish I could love you, I really do
But there's something that makes me want to break you
You're blind to my scars
My anger, my hatred
You still love me all the same
But I don't want you to.
And I hope one day you realise
That you're not the person I'm intimidated by.
I'm intimidated by myself.
YOU ARE READING
my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoetryThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
