i hope you're not ready to leave just yet
me, im really insecure
you can blame it on my past scars
scars from bein scared of love
not here to push and shove
just want another taste of love
addicted and i need your touch
just a little, not too much
use it too much and it becomes my crutch
staring at the demons, not trying to become lunch
punching and clawing at the happiness i desire
ive been trying, the devil calls me a liar
stuck in the smog, stuck in the mucky mire
sometimes
the objective unclear
can't tell if im far or near
maybe im already here
with the ones i love dear
fumbling the words i hear
just passing through life
in love with the edge of this knife
can't tell im in for more strife
i wanna go back home ♡
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
