Poems from whysostephanie

I am only a girl,a girl with a heartand a soul made of glass.   A girl who walks alone,keeping to herself.I am just a mysteryto the world...
“It makes me sad that you’re unhappy with life,”he said to me.   I looked for the words to say,searching long and hard in my mind,but...
drip. the showerhead cries,hiding my saltwater tears. hot. water trickling down,cleansing my soul. scalding. steam surrounding me,burning...
it happened again. this time i was sober. which makes it worse. but whatever.   it was a little different. this time. you called me....
This is not a poem,it is a waning recollection.   I danced with death in Bermuda,entangled in his unescapable grasp,my deepest...

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