these scars on my body
are not beautiful
they are battle wounds
and these dark circles
are not just remnants
of sleepless nights
spent wishing that I didn’t miss you
or this tiredness
that nothing seems to cure
this war without words
that I am waging upon myself
is the only way that I know
of expressing that my heart hurts
and I don’t know how
to make the pain stop
so I try to fill the hole you left
with anything that dulls the ache
of missing you
because I don’t know
any other way of surviving
without you
I’m sorry
m.p.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
