resentment.
whenever one starts to feel it,
one cannot stand to see the person
who caused it and i'm starting to grow
scared of the sentiment. this weight in my
heart is growing heavier and heavier and i'm frightened of the monster i'm creating. it's starving and it wants his flesh, and i'm not doing anything to stop it. but i should and sometimes i wrestle against it but i'm growing weaker and weaker as the days pass for his words dig a wound deep in my chest that no soil can mend. my roots are growing darker and darker and the fragile state my heart is in cannot take any more hard blows.
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SCATTERED
PoetrySCATTERED is a compilation of minimalistic poems Anouk has written over the years to help overcome trauma and post traumatic events throughout her life. Although she started writing at the young age of 16, her only dream is to connect with her reade...
