I Hate Who I'm Doing This For: Short-Poem Collection
Inference It enables something within me to listen to someone else’s favorite songs, especially in the car when there isn’t much else to talk about and it normally breaks a preconceived notion I had about them Sacrifice Sacrifice means success, or so I’ve heard from the people who "have it good" - While the abundance of unwilling loss creates room for benefit, the lock to the "better side" kept getting tighter and angrier - When I learned to sacrifice, it meant that I willingly lost, let go, and took the bloodied punches, which opened the floodgates of supreme opportunity to better myself Pomegranate Nostalgia creeps in on me, making me sick to my stomach, and demands I grieve for something I didn’t want to let go of - I attempted to savor the tastes and smells associated with the old dreams I believed in, but I never realized how paralyzing it was to notice I landed up forgetting about them Helping Hands With every inch I crawl closer to self liberation, I shed the...