Living

I dwell in possibility-

A place where-

Validation comes easily-

Because I no longer flourish in it-

Where my blankets don’t disgust me-

Because they’re not laced with whispers of your love-

Where my heart doesn’t rely-

On the half-hearted affection of lonely boys-

 

I dwell in possibility-

Possibility of happiness. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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