when good things happen
you start doubting yourself
so you start hurting yourself before anyone else gets the chance to grab the nearest knife
when good things happen
you hold on tight
until you scrape the knuckles
until your fingers bleed
when good things happen
you watch yourself
you balance your weight carefully
and take steps as if you're on a balance beam
-y.s
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plastic flowers
Poetrylife is never perfect. it's messy and even the most perfect people put on a face. just like plastic flowers, from afar i can look put together but up close i'm everything but. *a collection of poems*
