i shatter, shatter, shatter
every day.
i'm so delicate,
i hate myself for it.
i should be stronger,
by now.
right?
i hate myself.
and i shatter all over again.
clutch the shards,
pulling them to my chest,
even as the edges cut bloody lines into my fingers.
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𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,, poetry
Poetry──── ⋆⋅ ❝ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ❞⋅⋆ ── just some simple, little thoughts, poems and songs i wrote while listening to folklore one afternoon<3 track titles by taylor swift ⋅...
