Spaces in-between texts,
days and days to wander...
Gaps in your messages
no desire to clarify further.
Holes in my understanding,
whatever you might've wanted.
A rotting hole of hatred
once magical, forever haunted.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
