i wanted to save you,
free you from the misery,
tragedy that molds you,
but you aren't ready to let go
of anything.
scars and bruises from your struggles,
foul words that are better left unsaid,
even blind people could see it clearly,
you sought solace in your pain,
as it satisfy the needs in you
to have control
over something.
sigh.
my love,
im scared of your death,
but even more terrified
that i will have no one
to save anymore.
khayr.q
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ownness
Poetry: the quality or state of belonging to oneself. trigger warning: simply, a person that finds comfort in their own words.
