i am not a strong person.
strength is not a trait i was given– physically or emotionally. though i'm not the strongest, i do try my hardest to hold it together.
there are certain things that seem to make me weaker than usual.
tousled dark hair? it makes me want to drop everything and run my hands through it. gorgeous eyes? they convince me to listen to any and all lies. guys taller than me? looking up at them may hurt my neck but i can always rest my head on their chest.
i thought that i was stronger, but i should've known better.
this time he's older so hopefully he's wiser. then again, maybe i'm just being optimistic. he barely knows i exist.
even still, i'm not strong enough to prevent myself from falling.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
