I wear these scares like armor.
Proof! of all the s t r e n g t h I harbor –
signs of my bravery burned into my cells!
Living & breathing evidence that I’ve survived hell.
Your judgement will n e v e r be worse than my own.
If you have a problem with my growth, you should go home.
When I wake up hungover from the regret of being broken, I wonder if I succeeded in pushing everyone away, you know, just so I can be...
Fake friend, Flaked again friend, Called and fell asleep friend, Can’t be bothered to listen to me friend. Fake friend, Always showing up...
The title of this poem is “Empty Envelopes” But it should be “Empty Promises.” I didn’t want to make it too obvious. Though, wasn’t my...
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