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I don't know .i swear i don't.

— Virginia Woolf

a beautiful broken promise.

Promise.

The word is forced to contain secrets.

But, what if?

what if a person runs out of promises?

when there are too many to keep and there is too much inside?

when all the promises she broke hurts her?

when each and every promise she broke, haunts her, every night, till the end ?

when the broken promises, like broken glass, tears her apart from inside?

until she bleeds. bleeds to death.

too tired to make another promise.

poetry doesn't have to be full of metaphors, or comparisons to flowers, and diamonds, and one of kind things, it could be anything, something as simple as declaration in pure words, is equally beautiful, with no mazes, no puzzles, sure, imagination puts minds at work, but there is something raw and beautiful about simplification, and honesty.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

How fucked up are you ?

So much that i ask ai if what i went through was enough to be this tramatized.

why are we the villans ?

why not her?

why is she our mother nature,

when she has always tried to tear us apart ?

why are we the villans?

why do we think that mother nature protects us,

when all her efforts were to end us?

i wonder why

why do we assume nature to be on our side.

Aaaah

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Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

how often do i have to convey myself that i am not a monster?

how often do i have to hate myself for being proud of that?

i was today years old when i realized that we don't have to be the same person everyday, we can always be a completely different person tomorrow; we can change our aesthetics, our interests or what makes us us. we haven't owed anyone to be the same on a daily basis we can change constantly. this is us putting ourselves in brackets or definition or whatever you call it.

i will never be my mom. Or dad. Never.