i wish i didn't remember the way you towered over me,
how you could easily make me believe that i was the most terrible person who'm ever existed.
but part of me wishes that i did remember the other part of that night,
the part I've tried to summon over and over in my head-
even if i become more damaged.
I've always been a
seeker of truth, and i'm not sure if that's from you or really just
my soul wanting something to cling onto-
now that I've grown and got away i realize that you were the person who i should of never been afraid of
that you were meant to support me in more ways than one,
i always end up asking myself-
when
the sky devours the sun-
whether or not it was truly me who caused all of this,
a splinter intruding me, and as i get it out the pain is still consistent,
learning to heal on my own terms.
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Rootless
PoetryRootless: Having no basis of stability; Unsteady. To you: The vagabonds, the lost souls, and those empty promises. If you feel like you don't belong, that you're lost, lack stability, and/or feel that what you're living now isn't what your life is s...
