I didn't know it used to hurt until I was touched lightly,
I learnt the word compassion
No more pressure
Show me how to go back
To find my self worth
To stop myself loving you, it, us
Trapped in the embrace
Waiting for my hands to grow stronger than yours
For my depths to reject as I slept.
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A Collection
PoetryFlow of thought. First time I'm publishing any of my poems so this feels weird. In fact I have no clue what to put as the description. Just take from it what you will x
