january 11th, 9:44pm
and as i write my last words out
in hopes of someone listening,
i find that you were listening
and holding onto everything
i thought no one wanted.
i thought no one wanted me.
i knew that no one saw the signs
that i drew through my words,
until i met you
and you showed me the parts of me
no one saw.
not even me.
-a.h.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
january 11th, 9:44pm
and as i write my last words out
in hopes of someone listening,
i find that you were listening
and holding onto everything
i thought no one wanted.
i thought no one wanted me.
i knew that no one saw the signs
that i drew through my words,
until i met you
and you showed me the parts of me
no one saw.
not even me.
-a.h.
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