losing the person you once were in someone who left is the death of two people and there is no use trying to bring one to life. maybe a part of my relapse and being so closed off is me trying to resurrect who i was before him. huh. this ones about you, Steven.
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Starts out with:
the typical boy meets human
even if it's not so typical
version D is a new place
end more so.
never again though. your name; i release you.
New old Me:
see, this is now 2.0 of the 2.0
thanks to you,
thanks to you i didn't know i was a cup half shattered until someone showed up to drink from me. only to find glass all over the floor.
i saw pity in his eyes, so he set me aside to try to put me back together.
in the wrong order.
so i sit here back again with my long blonde hair, hand on a necklace, about to make my first big mistake.
thoughts:
you linger sometimes in my head but for the most part, there's no trace of you.
i do wonder how you are and—
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya peak into my poetry, im an amateur and i kinda suck at writing but here we go again. pls leave constructive criticism!! all pictures attached are my own taken on a Nikon COOLPIX B500 and an iPhone XR *TW: some are dark and talk about self h*rm an...
