Part of Me
Even though you let me go
There's this part of me
That doesn't feel alone
There's this part of me
That's telling me you didn't make me whole
The part of me, while with you
I had chosen to ignore
I wish I had listened
To that part sooner before
For now I have realized
I didn't need you to be happy anymore
—Bea Wavy
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Noctuary
PoetryNoctuary~ The record of a single nights events, thoughts, or dreams. A nightly journal ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ So some poems may seem confusing because this is my Noctuary. My though...
