it's those three am crying sessions.
it's those midnight drives without a destination.
it's those feelings of hopelessness.
it's those dreams that remain dreamt.
it's those voices in your head.
it's those weights that keep you from
getting out of bed in the morning.
it's those stormy summer nights.
it's those weeds that have grown
instead of wildflowers.
it's everything right and wrong with life.
it's everything i wish i could explain.
it's everything we never asked for.
it's everything that destroys me inside and out.
it's every little thing that eats me alive.
it's the rain that is supposed to help me grow
but drowns me instead.
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Among The Wildflowers
Poetrythe weeds of thoughts that have taken over my mind and put into words to the best of my ability. this is a call to nature and all that is. beauty in art, art in beauty. check out 'The Rose and Her Thorns.' ••• poetry collection explicit language a...
