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Why do I bother writing for you...
You don't even bother to read what I write...
I always saw you as my muse...
But you probably just saw me as your ruse...
I will just write from my heart...
For my heart...
My heart is broken, alone and hurt...
So my heart will write for himself...
I'll let the wind carry the words...
Maybe someone will read...
I know it'll not be you...
So don't bother...
Just ignore them...
Although I don't think I need to tell you that...
You mastered that already...
 Oct 2021 Erica Girone
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 Apr 2021 Erica Girone
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
 Nov 2020 Erica Girone
Astral
Poetry
 Nov 2020 Erica Girone
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
I long to be the person

who has strength

but strength is hard when

you have hidden pain

Hiding behind a smile

“I’m great, I’m ok”

Strength is hard

But I find courage

Everyday
Reposting this because I accidentally deleted it!
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
Just another day were people say that I mean the world to them
And fail to prove it
Tired af ....
You may move on
And try to forget
But never, ever
Regret
Loving
I’ll trap you inside these lines so maybe then you will always be mine
This poem was inspired by a situation I’m going through. Hope you enjoy. Leave a comment ❤️
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