introspectivity. a poetry collection

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲

it feels like I can't breathe

as I stare off into space

I'm in my own world

and it's not a good place

the glistening of my tears

is that of fine china

I face my worst fear:

the people I love dying

don't look under my layers

to find something beautiful

my sadness is suffocating

and you won't be able to

treat me like I'm porcelain

don't be reckless with me

desolation is my artisan,

my safety not guaranteed

when there's nowhere to run,

breathing takes too much time

I'm a withering flower

with her freedom disguised

I'm a delicate snowflake

with a heart meant to be shattered

I'm a fading beauty

waiting for her golden hour