I stopped writing because I was wrong.
I was wrong about it all.
I thought I could make it beautiful. I thought I
Could tear myself apart and make a mosaic
Out of the pieces.
I thought the sadness was temporary, that these words could be beautiful.
When I didn't feel the same.
I thought I could have roses without thorns.
But no painting turns out pretty when you're
Using your own blood.
And none of this ever occurs to you until you
Notice it all.
Until you're looking at the sunset,
You're watching all the colors melt and everything seems calm in that moment.
And you feel like you can actually breath.
The stars start to appear and you can feel it in
Your soul.
You feel alive.
But you still don't want to be.
- M.M
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My Favorite Poems
PoetryMajority of these poems aren't mine. If I do end up putting some of my own, I'll put my Initials. I'll upload one every week.
