PAIN

a very old (2 years lol) unreleased poem with a photo from around the same time. i am very fond of 16 year old me. i hope you enjoy some nostalgia with me :) ❤️

i danced on the pages of a book that wasn’t mine

waltzed through similes and metaphors that weren’t written about me

i veered from who i was

temptation lacing my motive

i left my prosperous path

thorned roses screeching my name

i have found my path again

found the hands held out to help me

found the girl in the mirror

and that broken piece of my soul

and it’ll take so long

and be so hard

but for tonight,

i’ll sleep in fresh sheets.