Rooted

This is my poetry blog dedicated to my book that's coming sometime soon. Follow my OG blog at loverscallbrokenheartshome.tumblr.com

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“I saw her sitting on a ledge gazing at the sun. Nothing about her felt bright and her worn out smile mirrored her vacant chest. She wanted to sleep, but the nightmares never let her rest. I sat back and watched her that day. She wanted to be loved and it was inscribed on her eyes, but she refuses to listen to what she says she deserves inside. She has a habit for falling in love with the people who see her as second best and says that it’s all she is. Me, I’m a ghost to her. I hide in her shadows and screech when she cries, Come when she needs me and wait by the phone. When he calls she tells me she just wants to be alone. So I run. Immersing my head in a forest of thoughts, I’ve grown tired of putting you before my health. You don’t need me. Go find yourself.”

— “Second Best” - Tyrell Crane (via loverscallbrokenheartshome)