April 8th, 2017
Now I'm scared all over again. It took me so long, to feel like I could breathe again. That I would be all right, knowing that you were all right. But then I got the closure I wished for, and somehow I couldn't bare to see you go again. I think you felt it too, that I didn't want to let you go, not again. So you pulled me close and said I'll see you later. God knows that I hope I don't. Because I'd rather think you're good, instead of hearing you say that you're good when I know you're not good.
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A Change Of Heart
PoetryHealing isn't the easiest thing for me to do. I've tried to find it in between pages and rib cages. In loud rooms and the quiet of racing heartbeats. In poetry and rage. In that space between childhood and growing pains. In apologies that I refuse t...
