By Nevaeh Phillips
If I could erase me from your mind I would.
Get rid of my tear stained face and my faltering voice that you’ve had to hear too many times.
It would be easier this way, I tell myself.
You tell me otherwise, I wish I could believe you.
But if I wasn’t here you wouldn’t have to console me when my emotions look like a wildfire,
and when all of the neighbours can hear me sobbing.
I ask you why you love me and you said you knew that you would from the start.
I wished I loved myself from the start too.
Nevaeh Phillips has grown up in a small town, they still have a lot of growing to do. His poetry is inspired by the people he knows and the natural earth around her. She has an amazing partner and some amazing friends. Nevaeh works for a professor, removing invasive plants in the summer and they will continue to write poetry in the future. You can find them on Instagram @the_poet.the_artist
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