November - The bane of my existence.
Once the masks of October have faded away
and all of my dearest friends seem to have strayed,
I cling to these memories-
Of what we were and what we could have been.
I watched as these promises were burned down around me,
“Forever and always, baby”
But eternity was fleeting.
And I realize now,
who I am and what I am without him:
Hollow and vulnerable.
Author notes
Creative Writing Collection: 'the true me'
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Collection Purpose Statement:
The purpose of this collection was to give you all a glimpse of what it is actually like being me. I realize that there are people who are going to judge me for this but I don’t mind. I really would rather be hated for the person I am than liked for the person I’m not. Over the past few years I’ve dealt with loss, abuse, anorexia, and just life in general. I’ve tried to make this collection reflect all of those things, but they turned out to be mostly about a boy - a boy who loved me, hurt me, scared me, and captivated me. I know that these poems are supposed to be about myself, but it’s difficult to right about me without mentioning him, considering the fact that he has made up such a massive part of my life. I really hope you enjoy this collection but I’m also very eager to hear your suggestions.
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