I feel too hard so I put soul in everything I love;
either a person or an object.
But my soul is covered by fear and my body shows coldness.
I don't want to be like this.
I am not like this.
I am defeated and I don't know how to fight back.
All I know is that I don't know anything.
All I feel is a platonic version of the mind.
All I see is parallels I'd like to live in.
Yet, all I have is everything I need, but they're not matching with what I want.
Even if you bring all the stars to my feet, I'll still doubt you.
And it's not like I don’t love,
but I don't trust.
'Cause if I open my broken trust once again,
I'll fall deeper into emptiness and be engulfed whole.
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My Secret Phone Notes
PoetryWords, sayings, thoughts of mine and maybe somehow poetry which are written in my phone's notes and nobody sees and knows about them but they keep deep secrets of mine that I'll never have the strength to say. Writing is my escape because there are...
