I skipped lunch once...
then again...
then a third time...
until I do it every day now.
I told someone --
a friend, a crush, a new beginning --
and it felt good.
But I was also a nervous wreck
after that.
I don't think I'll be telling anyone else.
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Stormy Shoals: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAnother poetry collection from my heart, just letting the words bleed onto the page. I mask the hurt with pain, because pain demands to be felt. But hurt just demands to ruin your life.... 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤 "Criminally underrated...
