segunda-feira, 15 de outubro de 2018


and your words come at me like knives on fire
i see the rage i feel it pulsating in the air
they hurt in spots still left sore
from others who spit fire before you
you call me weak
and he doesn't understand
you both hate me pity me
for feeling so much
too much
you say.
but darling, you see
to feel
it's never too much

but you are right
I will love myself better from now on.
from now on, I will.

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