He reaches out to me
But my hands are
Frozen at my side,
Concrete holds them
I was taught
To never need anyone,
Such an act
Repels me
My voice is cold,
Ice in my lungs,
As I hear my voice
"Stop calling"
He gasps and spits out
"Is it so bad
To need someone?
To be needed? "
I was delicate, once.
Shattered beneath the
Steel-toe boots of my mother.
I will never be weak again.
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I Was Once a Sunflower
PoetryThis poem collection will be about who I used to be, searching for myself, and living when I didnt want to. They are sad, this description serves as my trigger warning.
