Stuffed in blanket
only this bed knew
how hard she tries
how hard she cries every night
how hard she wishes things.
wall around her heart
barely let someone new inside
trust issue or just traumatized
hates good love songs
remind her of what he used to be
feels like he never exist
sick of feeling
sick of hurting
sick of thinking
"where do i go wrong"
sick of learning
sick of breathing
sick of healing
"im stronger than this"
Rolled in blanket
only this bed knew
the truth.
sad.
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Love in the Waves
PuisiPoems about my tragic love story. Loving someone is like to be in an ocean. We never know what will happen next. Imagine you are in the ocean, now. You're going to drown in and it breaks you. ((I described a boy as an ocean if you are wondering))
