"It isn't until we are falling, I think, that we realize just how high we once were."
a poetry collection reflecting on the fall, written while falling.
completed
Like many other things, I am sure you lied to me when you told me you liked my poetry.
Your mouth curved downward in distaste Your eyes rebounded off the walls I saw your hand adjust in place When you took up your phone despite no calls.
It is almost as if you knew, I would someday be writing them about you.
I hate that you were right
Author's Note
This dedication goes to ofultraviolet because she voted on all my poems and it made my heart full fr to see all those notifications. Thank you! If you guys vote and comment the next dedication could be you!
Also, I just wanna say I see all of you guys showing me support on Instagram by sharing my poetry on your stories and I just wanna say thank you! I'm doing better from my last post a few days ago too. Today is a well-needed mental health day for me!
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