I knew you were after someone else before I met you
I knew what you felt for him was something impossible for me
I knew your heart longed for him before it grew
And I knew he caught it before I could even speak
So why do I still hang on?
The string of hope is breaking fast
The canyon under me becoming more and more vast
I look up and all I see is you
A beautiful swan
Covered in dark blue
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Trauma Bonding
PoetrySometimes we all just need a safe place to share our stories TW: Talk of self-harm, suicide, and sexual assault