My fiance told me I need to talk to him not write on poetry
He said why put it out for strangers to see
I put my anger
My depression
My PTSD
My everything into these words
I will engrave a stone tablet with the heat in my chest
I will scar my wrists with words
As long as I can share my emotions
He called you strangers but I know better
We're all the same
So different but all the same
©diana_b
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