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When you are the strong one, people often forget you are made only of flesh and bone
The black hole is coming for me once more as I cling to the nearest star
It began with
A look
A smile
A laugh
A kiss
Slowly but surely
I knew
We were falling in love
Some of the wisest people I know are frightened of their own minds
Kiss my broken pieces and make me whole again
My biggest fear in life is not reaching my full potential
Looking back and wondering about the person I could have and should have been
We were like oil and water
We simply did not mix
Always bringing out the worst in each other
We were two broken humans
Falling in love
Trying to fix each other’s pieces
All are given a voice when born
The question is not if you will use it
The question is how will you use it
We are not all meant to be understood
However, we are all meant to be accepted for who we are
Empathy Poetry 