The Truth

I’m a mess.

Unedited.

Unfiltered.

I know you can’t see my broken wings

But they still hurt.

Like poetry

She’s more beautiful when she doesn’t make sense

Her emotions are far more vast

In the expanse

Of the story she composes for herself.

M.C.M.

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