"will i ever be good enough for you?", screaming at the face that mocks me in the mirror. reflecting with my reflection, i hope to one day realize what part of me turned him off to the idea of us. why i was so easily replaceable, if i could even call it a relationship. "i will never be good enough for him," though i know not what part of me has caused this rift, if any part at all. i can't help but to think i was a distraction from the girls who did not love him. maybe i'm just a placeholder for the female shaped void he needed filled. how he found a few moments of solace in our convoluted definition of relationship. now back where i started not knowing of his life.
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sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection
Poetrya collection of poems, written in real time about the good, the bad, and the ugly that comes with healing. PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD halluci...
