❝ i didn't know i was collecting
it until it hurt to hold. ❞
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I don't remember everything— just the feeling of it.
Growing up. Pulling away. Staying anyway.
This is about the people I loved before I knew what love really was.
It's about mothers, best friends, sisters, boyfriends, God.
It's about being too soft for the world and showing up anyway.
It's about guilt, and distance, and things I should have said.
It's about being 16— and then suddenly not.
I was there, I think.
And these are the words that prove it.
YOU ARE READING
I WAS THERE, I THINK
Poetry─── if you're afraid to write it, that's a good sign. i suppose you know you're writing the truth when you're terrified. ( poems, rhymes, truths )
