I lost them all,
Just to find,
Who I was!
It did hurt me,
Like when you scratch your knee raw,
Only in my case,
My heart was bleeding and bare from the scratches,
They made with their actions,
Which hurt more than,
What they called 'words.'
They left me,
And I realised much later,
That I needed them to.
-Realisations often sew old wounds.
-Oyin
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Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
