I tell you
I'll love you no matter what.
I don't care what they think,
fuck their approval.
And yet I find myself,
crawling back.
Plagued with naive hope,
self-loathing weakness.
A bird plucking its own feathers
one by one.
Until all that's left
is an ugly mangled mass,
defeated by its own destruction.
<Deleted User> (33000)
Fri 10th Jun 2022 10:45
A very good poem Ella
all we can say is thank God for all those fantastic people who are totally committed in looking after these vulnerable beauties
P&S
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Ella Visconti
Fri 10th Jun 2022 15:27
Thank you so much it really means a lot.