it is the anger that you often don't realise is eating me alive
but i try enough to fight it down and away from myself
without the clenched jawline or great deathly gazes
it feels like i am hallucinating everything far, far, away.
do you know or realise how much i care?
the hurt that resurfaces whenever you're gone?
it's short and delicate
a needle en pointe
spiraling like i know you'll never admit.
it was always your choice to question me
i knew from my dreams you would sway and falter eventually
but it never occurred that maybe i was not good enough
again
because what would that mean i had learnt from anyone else?
...
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology 🫶💖
AI is not art.
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