108.
I loved the moon.
It was rare when it was whole.
Something was always missing.
I loved the way that it didn't matter if it wasn't whole.
Since it was still beautiful even if part of them was missing.
~E, so why don't I feel like I'm enough
109.
No matter how loud I scream or how much.
I will still not be heard.
110.
As tears began to fall.
I wondered if this is what I wanted all along.
~E, the consequences of my actions.
BINABASA MO ANG
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...
