they say it gets easier, easier to breathe, easier to smile, to heal. how does the process get any easier
when you think someone has pulled you back up
from the deepest and darkest depths of a black
hole, when you think the universe has finally
granted you what you needed and wanted when
the same butterflies of warmth and happiness
turn into slight seconds of pain and ache? i think
it's safe to say that as much as i appreciate the universe i'm no lover of its painstaking plans.
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venus springs
Poetrypieces of my scattered, unfiltered thoughts mostly written during the darkest parts of the night. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #104 in poetry #25 in poetic
