What If the Past Didn't Change Me?
I wonder what could've happened if the pain of the past didn't changed me and my fears didn't stopped me.
I wonder what could've happened if I am still the same old lady who prefers to go out than stay inside the walls of my room.
I wonder what could've happened if I still prefer beer than coffee; boys than myself.
I wonder what could've happened if things didn't fucked me up.
Would things get any better today? If the odds were nicer to me before then maybe—just maybe—I am not here today romanticizing sadness and poeticizing death.
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He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
