Sept.12.2017
Love Yourself
Maybe it was my stupor or the love-induced haze,
A mistake made in dividing my affections during the phase.
I gave more than enough to someone who didn't deserve it,
And not enough to the one that deserved it.
Given, it ended in shambles and tore through me,
Words blurred and faded, the ones they swore to me.
Then a voice whispered amidst the noise,
"It's only you now, collect your poise"
And I listened, listened and obeyed,
And repaired the edges that were frayed.
With endless determination, I gathered myself,
A lesson learned the hard way; 'Love Yourself'.
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Glossary:
Stupor: a state in which one has difficulty in thinking or using one's senses.
Shambles: a scene of great disorder or ruin. A great mess or clutter.
Poise: composure.
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Again, no help was taken from the internet. These are emotions, so I'm not going to include anything that's bogus or fake or something that's not emotional.
VOUS LISEZ
Selcouth
PoésieHi. I'm a feminist who writes poetry because I'm in love with English literature. I've also had a romantic history which is confusing, (and almost funny) yet emotionally turbulent. And so this fact makes for a bunch of good things to write on.
