My heart is crushed.
So is my spirit and my
happiness.
Why have you decided to do
everything that I am against?
"Maybe you are too controlling," you say
But the only thing I am controlling is my standards.
"My standards matter more than your feelings,"
I think. But what I feel is not the same.
I feel like you took my soul and
swallowed it whole.
Like it was the best food you have ever had
Or the only water you have ever had to drink
Parched only morals and full of souls because
you have done this before and
you are good at ruining lives.
Especially mine.
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Poems for the Relatable Soul
ŞiirJust some poems that I hope some people can relate to. I have been going through a lot and just thought to write about my experiences.
