If poetry wasn't meant to be felt then why does every word hit your chest as if you re-lived a certain moment?
If poetry wasn't made to be relatable then why does every line feel so close as if you wrote the piece yourself?
We've all been there an...
Somebody told me it was pointless for me to come back into your arms. Pathetic to put myself through the emotional rut again and again and again. Foolish to fall at your feet at the drop of a text and desperate to call you over and over. But you make me feel pretty without compliments, You make me feel wanted without urgency to see me, You keep me attached without a word and I want to feel something so badly I just let you.
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