There is this piercing
this hole inside of me
nothing can fill it. Not work
not monotony to divert my attention
because I feel scourged
by you
I have never felt the way I've felt since I met you
in just a brief span you upended my worldview
and its only recently that I began to learn to love again
the innocence and the fresh vibrancy of pure adoration
but you dont even want to talk to me
you turned away from my greeting
how can I ever get over this?
For 3 straight weeks I woke up clenching my chest
my heart spasms thinking about you
why dont you love me? why am I not good enough?
"Poetry is a discovering of self. It is existential. It is becoming... It is a constant metamorphosis of being" Poetry is a discovering of self. It is existential. It is becoming... It is a constant metamorphosis of being"
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