I am exhausted of always putting on a facade for you. Everything is not fine all of the time. My eyes-they lie. My smile is forced and fake. I struggle so often I just want someone to talk to and I can't turn to you.
Because I was the one who convinced you to stay, cause life was so great. And it is, most of the time. And I want to share those times with you. But sometimes it's my own personal purgatory. I'm not even sure at this point what sins I'm paying for.
I am so afraid to reveal to you my true sadness for the fear it may throw you off into another downward spiral. I'd demolish my home a hundred times over in my category 5 despair before I am the natural force that wrecks the only stability you have.
-I am a hurricane but I only let you feel the breeze.
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Limerence
Şiir"Bumblebee: I wonder if you will still love me when I protect myself and sting." Started: 8/20/20 Completed: 10/18/21 My 7th poetry book.
