forgive me if there are nights
i feel like a refugee camp in the
middle of a third world country.
forgive me if when you kiss me
my lips are a cesspool of broken
promises and dreams. forgive me
if you find my body curled up on
the bathroom floor as i weep out
the indiscretions i wear so proudly.
forgive me if i have become too
much for you. forgive me if i was
never enough for you. i don't know
how to be anything else.
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honey, i'm healing | poetry and prose
Poetry"so, tear and be torn my darling, let the sun see your bones. i promise when you are done you will be anew and beautiful and loved." From the author of "The Diary of Hungry Girls" comes this seven part prelude. Honey, I'm Healing is Haig Moses's col...
