151.
Sometimes I wish it was just like the movies.
152.
Paper.
I am paper.
I tear, rip, and fall apart.
You did exactly that. You tore, and ripped me apart. Piece by piece.
Then I have to try and piece myself back together with glue and tape.
But I will never be the same.
I will never be the piece of paper I was before you.
~E, before you and after.
153.
I wish I could love myself like I'm supposed to.
154.
I will forever sit at the back of the class.
Unseen. Unheard.
The one that people scoot their chairs away from.
The one that people use as a joke who would you not wanna go out with.
The one that has to be partners with the teacher because no one else will.
I am the one at the back of the class.
~E, rumors.
155.
How long do I have to wait to be chosen first?
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sunsets after dark. | poetry collection
Poetryfor the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. an collection of poetry and short stories. ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I wr...
