Whenever it's hurting this bad, you were the person I used to go to even when you didn't know. I'm okay with just you being around, I'm okay and I'd always figure out a way to laugh because of you. When everything else was trying to shake my world apart, the only thing I asked was for you to stay. If I had to be selfish about one thing, it had to be you. See, I'd risk it all, I'd gamble with uncertainty and I know somehow it would surely hurt to stay but I was happy, to say the least. I can't even bring myself to think I'm not at a loss because I am, in so much I am. I don't even know what's holding me back anymore, I've hurt myself way too much from holding on whilst perfectly aware that I might hurt less when I let go. I'm holding on to something that's not even there anymore. I'm smart enough to know I'm putting myself on the edge of a cliff yet dumb enough to not know how to stop it.
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To Fill or Burst, To Break or Bury
PoetryI may have been the one who wrote this book, yet it undoubtedly belongs to you. Even if our hearts were meant to fill or burst, or even break or bury, today's me will always, always love you-through the shiniest or even the darkest side. No matter w...
