I made the mistake of
Rooting myself into this world.
I made the mistake of
Growing close to people.
Somewhere inside I knew
This wouldn't last forever,
But I had hoped.
I set plans for the future,
Made relationships that,
In the end,
Would be all for nothing.
I am nomadic
And I resent myself for it.
I want to make unbreakable promises
And find stability even in the
Smallest of ways possible.
I want to settle myself into this world
And become a part of something real.
But I can't.
And everyday I am reminded of that.
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Late Night Feels
PoetryThose intense feelings that tangle their arms around your body and try to eat you alive, all wrapped up into this collection of poems. Enjoy.