Yesterday held the emerge of a natural wreck
It held my earthquake
The highest since 1960, 9.9
I remember how I held myself knowing that I'm breaking
Knowing that it would hurt not only me, but everyone around me
Every tear that comes after must be feared
Every tear is energy, and my energy dances with horror
Horror has humor, and humor likes the seismic waves that shake me
She makes fun of my insecurities and takes all the credit for it
She enjoys preforming. She enjoys telling me that I'm stupid for crying
She enjoys showing me that I hurt others, and that it is hard to redeem
She enjoys watching the plates of my broken heart make the friction that will lead to the intense let go,
but she does not know the reason behind every earthquake like I do
It is global warming sometimes, but most of the time it is you.
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winter
PoesiaA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
