Past

The truth is
I do not know how
To live without regrets.
There were too many boys
I let climb behind my ribcage
When my heart did not want them there.
They saw me without clothes on
Before they were willing to see me naked
And then they packed up their things
And they left
(The way they leave tells you everything).
There were too many endeavors
Geared toward finding my “other half”.
Too many times where I failed to realize
I am not a half.

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About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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