My life was a series of snoozed alarms I was keeping everything on pause With six months of poems that I never wrote I started to embrace these flaws I pretended that I wasn’t phased When tragedy fell wherever I went Because I followed myself everywhere I’d go So this is my letter of intent I can build a better story in my head So that is what I will do I’ll put myself through agony To see how I can make it through These tears I cry are golden Because I know I will overcome These feelings that went unwritten That I can no longer hide from
I tried to work through our neverending strife But it soon consumed my entire life I weathered the storms of every ache And there’s only so much a person can take I tried to love you but you shut me out Filled my head with nothing but doubt You never understood my language of love So I never felt anything but the lack thereof When I was injured you only thought of gain Leaving me to pick myself up in vain You broke me with your absence of care While I was belittled you stood and stared You let your family speak to me with disdain Bit your tongue which caused me pain And when you apologized on my behalf Your actions inscribed our epitaph
I’ve rebranded! Doll-Urban Poetry is gone, and Doll Poetry is here! Instagram has been updated too, so look out for @dollpoetry_! As I do every year, I want to shout out to all of my new readers! I grew from 165 followers to 199 followers in the last year! To those who are new to following me, I do an annual update with all of my statistics and an overall recap of my year! You can find my past updates and other of my non-poetry-related posts under my “Personal” category.
Thank you to everyone who continues to support me and my passion! I jumped all over the place between posting content from 2009, 2011, and the beginning of 2022. Keep posted, as I will be sharing the rest of July-December 2022 shortly! Last year was intense. I ran my first half marathon (barely), sold my house, moved twice, switched jobs, filed for divorce, and joined both a softball and bowling social league.
I also probably listened to a little too much Spotify. However, despite seeing her in concert for the third time, this is the first year that Chelsea Cutler has not been my number-one artist!
Spotify wrapped for reference:
Last, but certainly not least, Happy New Year everybody!
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