she knew how spring blossomed with wisps of hope for love.
when she found love,
she held it close until it wilted on her skin.
she found that she could fall easily but too hard
later in the seasons,
she felt the chill between their hearts.
he let her fall without catching her.
it was then that she realized,
love is like winter,
it can be beautiful and peaceful but also cold and cruel.
and still,
she persisted.
she found a way to love herself without the validation of another.
knowing she was needing of only her own love
and only her own validation.
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better left unsaid | a book of poems
PoetryA book of words I've left unsaid maybe even to myself.
