We give so much of ourselves
Just to be loved
Only to be let down
We sacrifice so much of ourselves to feel drunk only to realize later on that
Love is coherent
By then it's too late
I don't want love if it's hypothetical
If I'm working for something that might not exist
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fennen
PoetryNobody prepares you for the confusing struggle of parting ways with who you once were. If you're stubborn like me you'll try and fight it only to realize that you can't hold on to the broken girl that you once were if want to become a strong woman...
