She was the bright city
you wanted, adorned by
carefully carved beauty
But I was the small town surrounding it, littered with bright stars every night that breathed life,
always unnoticed in your eyes.
My beauty was raw, and too real for you.
Until you realised you
needed an escape.
And I wasn't there anymore.
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confessions of a basic girl with basic problems.
Poetry"I imagine Her smile is where God goes for vacation When our prayers Become too much..." ------- ------- ------- ------- a compilation of short poems that look at the issues of sexuality, identity, society, patriarchy, culture, body...
