I thought I was building myself up
I thought I was fixing the parts of me that were already broken
Because I did not like them
I did not want to carry them around like a burden
I did not know
That I was breaking myself
Ruining me
So that I could fit better
Into you
YOU ARE READING
Love, Hate and everything else in between.
PoesíaA book about life, hate, pain, anger, heightened emotions and finding self love, written in form of poetry by someone who hasn't quite even quite found it yet. Cover made entirely by me. Please do not post any of my work without my permission.
