I’m fragile in ways you might not want me to be
And you don’t like when I air out your dirty laundry
But baby, I wasn’t the one who created this mess
So don’t blame me for the way I act out now.
-May 2018
I’m fragile in ways you might not want me to be
And you don’t like when I air out your dirty laundry
But baby, I wasn’t the one who created this mess
So don’t blame me for the way I act out now.
-May 2018
Hi I’m new to your blog- coming over to you as you followed my poetry blog @fromtheheart12 . I’d just like to say I love your work, this piece is so powerful and also insightful into a life where not all is well underneath an exterior where everything seems well.
Thank you for sharing your work with us 🙂x
Beautifully penned, like this!