Inlove With The Bad (Poem #59)

The voice that echoed the curses
the voice that told me that I’m gonna be left behind
is the same voice I’ve been waiting to hear all this time

Your dark side that I hated
turned out to be the first thing that I missed

Your firm arms that once passed through a wall
when you lost your temper
the arms that pushed me away
were the very same arms
I’d now love to pull me closer

Right now I am afraid that years later
form you, I won’t be totally free
years later I might find myself
caressing the scars you gave me


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Forever Winter

Just reading and writing my way out of this messy adult life! I have transitioned from having piles of notebooks stacked underneath my bed from writing on the internet and allowing people worldwide to read.

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