i have began to feel the weight of it
(the weight of what?)
of wanting to be better
(why?)
because i want to become the person she thinks she sees whenever she looks at me. that gaze is too heavy not to try.
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
