Little did I know
that trusting people can hurt
Maybe I knew
yet I forget— your presence makes me
But,
Thank you for making me remember
that trusting you could hurt me.
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Wildflowers
PoetryWildflowers; wild, yet still held the preciousness ___ To read is to aspire. To write is to inspire. So-called self-claimed poetry. Little confessions in understanding the world.
