56.
Either the music is too loud.
Too many lights.
Too many people.
Too much going on.
An ridiculous amount of food.
Either the corner isn't far enough away.
The isolation isn't kicking in.
But I can never feel comfortable in parties.
~E, disappearing into the background.
57.
I don't like the person looking back at me in the mirror.
The need for affection and admiration has gone to my head.
I didn't need it. It was more of a want.
But I could never distinguish want from need.
The person looking back wasn't me.
Couldn't of been.
They claim they are when they look at me.
But all I can do is look away.
~E, my reflection.
58.
Separated.
Is something I thought we'd never be.
Separated.
The word stained my tongue.
But not as popsicles did in the summer
and hot chocolate in the winter.
Two parts of the same whole again.
Separated.
But no longer as two trying to find each other.
We were lost souls.
From one to another.
Then back again.
As if we were magnets.
From the same whole once more.
~E, all we'd ever be.
59.
I love you.
I hope you know that.
I'll remind you as many times as I have to.
60.
Choose to love me.
On purpose.
Not accidental.
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sunsets after dark. | poetry collection
Poetryfor the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. an collection of poetry and short stories. ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I wr...
