Poetry #4 ~ It’s not you it’s me, I deserve better.

I felt like a fallen flower Beautiful yet destroyed The whole field looked fresh as it could be Only my body seemed to have died; I felt like the moon Shiny and bright But I still needed the sun To help with me with my light; I felt like a lost child Running around in

Poetry #4 ~ Walking Away.

I walked out of the door The door of your life With hurt in my eyes And love in my heart And you in my mind; And just like that I left it all behind. I walked away from what I didn’t deserve Because I realised I wasn’t here To serve Your insecurities Your trust