Everyday you remind me a little more of how little you think I'm worth. You show me how little I mean to you.
What makes us see color? I think mines are broken. I mistook the color red for golden. Or was it supposed to be green? No matter-
I'm waving a white flag now, and as far as I can see, your right; I'm weak.
Weak from all the crying and pleading, the smiling while bleeding. Spinning in circles trying to see- which one is the real you? I can't tell they're all reaching at me to pull me back in. But I wave that flag still. I surrender, I'm tired.
I'm on E
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Hi guys you can find me on Instagram at @twenty_o.one
I've always loved writing. But I've always wrote long stories. Never could shorten them. But recently I've taken a liking to poetry and I think that I'm not too bad lol. But some feedback would be great should I add anything take anything out? Should I fix anything? All criticism is welcomed.
