fuck.
do i only matter
when i am at my best?
you wouldn't bat an eye
when im bleeding,
you wouldn't offer your hand
as the dirt would taint you,
the worst part is;
you would've asked me
to reassure myself.
how could.
how could,
my emotions overwhelmed you?
you feel drown in my blues,
yet its suffocating to be your yellow.
sky, sky,
i would've ask the sky to be brighter
so, the sunset would be beautiful.
my love,
the sunset is beautiful,
isn't it?
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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.
