I wonder what I would be like
without having met you,
without going through those embarrassing nights.
I would be weaker,
that I know.
I may hate the thought of you,
but the truth is,
you taught me to endure.
To stand tall and strong,
to never let anyone see me hurt.
YOU ARE READING
Seeking Solace
Poetry"No One Sane writes a novel" "Now you see What's wrong with me." // Chicklit #366 Miscellaneous poems of a never ending sort.
