31.
Wax.
Melt and drip.
Until there's no more of you.
But you keep giving
until you can't.
You melt and drip until there's no more of you to give.
Then a fire is lit inside of you.
Then you keep giving.
Until the cycle repeats itself again.
~E, melting wax.
32.
By now whenever a pill was
popped and taken they would stare.
No exact expression except for a few giggles and laughs.
Some imitation.
They were right that's what I did.
To sound out the noise and disappear.
So that's what I did.
~E, drugs.
33.
I need to stop trying to find myself in others.
I'm killing myself by doing so.
~E, kill switch.
34.
You makeup your future.
Either go down the path for you.
Or make a new one.
~E, it's up to you.
35.
Why do I have to be feminine and petite,
and not be grateful for what I have?
~E, my broad shoulders staring back at me in the mirror.
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sunsets after dark. | poetry collection
Poetryfor the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. an collection of poetry and short stories. ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I wr...
