Day 2 - Collections

I wouldn't be ashamed of my collections one day,

Of how every narration of my story has a tinge of hate. 

I wouldn't talk to you about the days I cried to sleep, 

Or how I don't remember being a child. 

I wouldn't wish for people to understand me

When I have mastered the art of misunderstanding them.


I would be proud of my collections one day, 

Because I know love always crashes my hate parties, 

I would talk to you about I stay vulnerable despite being hurt, 

Because I know the universe has always given me back what I lost, 

I would stay with the people who are curious

As they sit beside me to listen to what I collected today. 

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