I can lie by trying to hide it
Pretend that I didn’t hurt when you left
But it is in my old poems
That all the truth lies
If I ever wrote you
Was because scars were left
Maybe it had an end
Surely it was real
If you know how to read me
You will find all my truths, raw.
Maybe those are a little too much
Perhaps I forced their existence.
But in them there is a piece of reality
And some are the core of my being.
I was inspired once again in my lack of ability to write lately as I have been feeling like all my creativity evaporated and I haven’t been able to write anything that I am proud of.
Surprisingly, I love this one poem and I am very proud of it.
Draw by: @_sleepyracoon_ (Instagram)
This piece of work was submitted on November 27th 2020 by Lara Soares for the module 'Poetry for Digital Times' as part of my degree English and Creative Writing BA.
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