Pat that spot by your side
Pat my back when I cry
Hold mu hand even if I cry (think I meant 'run')
Just prove me wrong
In my head I'll see both
The negative sequence just is
Much closer to neutral
To reality even
The notion that people leave
When they hear a single honest feel
Because I'm just too much to handle
I don't just feel like a package abandoned
But like one flung or kicked out
Bleeding tears and soaking up rain and dew
Only for more to hate the sodden books
The very ones you threw away
I wrote this just before I fell asleep last night... I hope I saw the text right... tear drops messed up my writing and I had to choose a felt tip pen to write with...
An honest emotionally charged piece... this is my roots... the kind I wrote when I started out...
Tbh tho I didn't cry when I wrote it... I was in tears hours before I wrote... and then now as I read... and I basically messed it up and that's how I ended up here and digitalizing it...
Also... yesterday was the night before BE....
And it's always darkest before dawn... I'd seen proof of it last morning too...
I cried over BE too, but full of warmth... of wounds healed... and that's why re-reading made me cry... they just could comfort me through ANYTHING.
^And now I think whoever reads this book has spent enough time here and so just click that thumbnail once!^
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The Heart-Mind-Ink Axis
PoetryPLEASE RESPECT WHAT I WRITE. The ORIGINAL BACKUP for MY writings from @yxuniverz on iG. Dates are in YYYYMMDD format and are according to IST (GMT + 5:30 Hrs) I've been writing poetry for many years and I wasn't the kind to usually show anyone, but...
