I wish I knew a word for what I feel
In love with the idea of love
But don't need or want it in reality anymore
I don't think
This is something that needs fix
My trauma caused this, yes
But I finally feel free
If I can explain it
I will in a story
My story goes like this:
Once upon a time
A little girl dreamed of love too young
And it led her heart to be torn to shreds
Too early and too often
Than a little girl should experience
Now this little girl is grown
She needs no love
Other than her own
Love makes her sick
But she basks in the fantasy
Of imaginary arms
I think that's okay
I think that's enough for her
Enough for me
I am okay with who I am now
I just wish I knew what to call my new self
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My Scribble Thoughts
PoetryMy second official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart. Sometimes we all can't think clearly. Sometimes we all don't have the ability to organize the cluster of words and scribbled thoughts in our head. I'm here to try and do it for you...
