i may not be a fibre in your being,
a single cell in your blood,
a page in your life story,
a letter in your biography,
but i am my own identity,
my own body,
my own chapter,
and my own novel.
you need not clear up any
space. i don't need your contempt.
YOU ARE READING
anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
