Fever dream
I am encased in a glass jar.
I say things I don't mean to say.
I don't understand how I ended up this way.
I am drawn to the scent of pain.
And it feels so unusual
That I haven't felt the blues in weeks.
I'm high on love and lack thereof,
So just give me a day off
To collect my thoughts in a basket.
Because I'll never know who I am ever again.
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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.
