I felt invincible that night
You left me and it didn't
Hurt that bad
The touch on my cheek
Froze and hardened
To a single teardrop
What could you miss out on
When you leave your entire
Heart out for
Someone to heal
Then instead break
But the confusion
Numbs you
No more words
Only memories
Turned to silence
Lighted by the
Glow of fireflies
Dead in a week
What is there to hate
When love was never
In the equation
Who is there to
Cry for
When they were
Never there
Help I'm falling
Do you see the broken
Glass left behind
Like a bird
I chased you
Not seeing
Any boundaries
No fear
When there is
Nothing to
Miss out on
I was never
Invited to
The party
*Someone interpret this*
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Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoetryLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
