people are not poems
they are not the beautiful, fragile, perfect beings we think they are
her eyes are not cascading rivers or wild oceans
they are just blue
her hair is not a wild tangle of silky freedom
it is just blond
her hands are not security, warmth or safety
they are just skin
our expectations of what people can be
are what drive us to insanity.
we thought the blood pouring from our wrists would be beautiful
but it was just red.
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a/n: i hope everyone had a great christmas if you celebrate it!!! sorry i haven't updated in a while but i'm very proud of this one so i hope you like it x
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poetry
Poetry♡ a poem compilation ♡ "maybe someday, these pain-filled words will compensate for this endless suffering."
