How could I possibly think that being myself was enough?
How could I even let him in?
I want him out, out, out, out.
But he's damn fucking in, buried inside of me.
And I wonder...
Should I change because of him... or should I find someone else who loves me the way I am?
I always thought that one day someone would come and break you down so much that it becomes beautiful somehow. But now... now's like I'm wrong being who I am and hate myself.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts, mainly considered poetry.
PoetryI'm giving the most important part of myself away right now, right here. My thoughts.
