Fuck it
I’m not a fighter
I’m a fawn.
I break all my lovers down.
Then they put themselves together
Better.
I want to break that pattern,
Cause I always break myself harder.
I want a community.
Always a black sheep,
Magnet for trouble.
Finally reaching privilege.
Happier.
Discovering myself
A little speck of glitter
In a swirl of glitters
In the void.
Like dust
Spinning.
Filling notebooks
And blank spaces
In empty minds.
A fantasy for most.
Never feeling real,
Unless I’m snuggled close.
Brigid Faye, Reader 
Hello dear Brigid. Sometimes we must be weak to be strong. Sometimes we must be strong to be weak. Amazing poetry my friend.
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Hello dear John, thank you 🙂 it’s an older one I found in a notebook today.
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It was a good one dear Brigid and good morning from Michigan.
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