You never had any love for me. It was always simply the way I made you feel. Your words never bounced off my skin. They sank in, and you always heard yourself in the love I had for you. You adored that. That I carried you around and gave you to the ones who had their eyes closed to you. I wasn't raised to keep the sunshine to myself. So it was only natural, to give your brightness to the world. I never thought twice about it. Not until you started hearing yourself in everything but me. Not until you walked right out on my darkest day, promising never to return again.
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A Change Of Heart
PoetryHealing isn't the easiest thing for me to do. I've tried to find it in between pages and rib cages. In loud rooms and the quiet of racing heartbeats. In poetry and rage. In that space between childhood and growing pains. In apologies that I refuse t...
