Hold up since when did I care,
If these words burned,
The heart inside my chest on fire,
And the worst scars the ones that are the hardest to burn,
But for some reason, you keep burning too,
And it's all the time,
I can't make out the difference between you and them.
And it's all the worst times,
Will somehow compare to the light cast by your flames,
Just a bit homier,
And that's the part that scares me.
Unrealistic visions of who I'm supposed to be,
And the one I can not bear to be,
Because how can I when I have all these plans ahead,
The map has been marked,
And I still haven't decided where to place you,
Because of every love of my life,
Has never been so relevant,
And I still don't know what exactly I wanna do,
Don't wanna change for you,
My heart is burning alive,
And that is why I give my own self most of the hate,
Because I'm the only one who can put them out,
But here I am letting it burn up,
Because I've always been curious about death.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
