126.
Don't get close to a poet.
You'll turn into poetry.
127.
My dad likes to make empty promises.
"I promise we'll go this weekend."
"We'll go later this week."
"It won't happen again. I promise."
Promise after promise. Lie after lie.
Even when I know he's lying. I can't help but believe him anyway.
~E, sweet nothings.
128.
We don't quit.
We get up back up again and again.
Even after we fall for the thousandth time.
129.
I've laid my heart on a platter for you.
To dine on it for being soft and vulnerable from the very beginning.
You pushed it away. Just as you pushed me away.
~E, being left behind.
130.
The heart stops hoping after a while.
But mine.
I still was hoping for you to come back.
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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...
