October 2020
Maybe I'm just a
fool.
Expecting too much,
Wanting too much,
but am I really asking for too much?
I'm fragile,
please handle me with care.
As my wounds still feel
fresh
and the bandaids,
don't always stay on.
Not when I can't help,
but pick at them.
Maybe I'm just a
fool,
cause I ignored all the signs.
Guess I was
foolishly hopeful.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
