111.
I have a potted plant in my hands. My hands are closed together to prevent any water and other contents from getting out.
I feel the longer I hold my hands together, the more the plant grows.
The longer time it'll take you to leave.
~E, control.
112.
I was right.
Nothing good.
Ever lasts.
~E, it all comes to an end.
113.
I'll be okay when
the waves crash on the shoreline.
When things don't seem as far away.
When my reflection brings a smile to my face.
For today, I'll be okay.
~E, just keep going.
114.
I was born into the wrong generation.
Of sex, drugs, and materialistic people.
I was told I have an old soul.
Of using old slang terms and other what not that I didn't understand.
When sex wasn't a main topic in conversations and when it wasn't the first thing that comes to mind when people think about relationships.
Living as a minimalist person where those things don't matter as much, as to spending time with them or getting to know them.
Since more can be seen without removing clothing all you have to do is look for it.
~E, scavenger hunt.
115.
Speaking up and seeking help.
Is not because you weren't strong enough.
~E, you are still strong even when you did.
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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...
