236.
I wish you met me before I wasn't as cautious and scared. Scared to get myself too deep in fear that my head would be pulled under. To be taken advantage of in more ways than one. I wish that you could've seen me before. The one that would lead with her heart blindly not noticing the thorns.
~E, the me after the one before you.
237.
I am my mother's child.
A polar copy.
A reflection of each other.
The one where she's fragile
but not as a flower but as a bomb.
Just waiting to explode.
The one that overthinks people's lack of communication.
The one that comes up with every possible outcome expect for the right one.
The one that wants to be liked by others.
The one that wants to fit into the crowd like uniform zombies.
I am her and she is me.
I am my mother's child.
~E, blueprint.
238.
I have never wanting something more than for you to stay.
239.
I wish people found me as interesting as they found a book.
~E, captivating.
240.
I want to loved as someone loves their favorite book.
~E, obsessively and observed.
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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...
