I was 6
She threw a rock at my face
I have a scar to remind me
Even the best people you meet
Can crush you into a million pieces.
It seemed insignificant
How I adored her
But she never returned the love
And that set the tone
For all the friendships
That were to come.
At 21 the string persists
Me on one side
The people I cared too much for
On the other
I wish it would dissolve
I wish my empathetic self would drown
I fought and I fight
Only to have my hands tied in the end
By unwanted emotions
Towards people
Who do not recall me
Or my face
Or the red of my eyes when i cry
Because of them.
*Written on May 28th 2018*
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Deep Dive: A Poetry Book
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I wrote in the last 10 years You will notice the older they are the sadder they feel, but the more recent the happier and more hopeful they become. I will publish 45 chapters and close this book as I think it's a part o...
