Why do I let this happen every time?
I strip of every inch of myself to a man,
That I only met one time,
Allow myself to fall down the rabbit hole,
Only to not end up in wonderland,
Laying down broken and defeated,
I guess this is what I get for being easy.
Though I refused to feel angry,
As I patch another crack in my heart,
Spackle can hold things so long,
I guess this what i get for falling easily.
Allowing myself to cry,
Letting go of every emotion,
Every inch of my soul that i gave away,
Numbing the disappointment i feel,
This is what I get for being easy.
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A beautiful messy mind
PoesíaA collection of poetry written about love, life, anxiety, and going from being the villain to the hero of your own story.
