I spent so long trying to be good enough for love. I spent so many years picking myself apart and organizing the mess but love still never came. I have beaten my body and twisted my soul into a mould until I was bleeding into my lungs. It was still absent. With trial and error, with an accumulation of 3 am's spent screaming into a pillow to muffle the sound of a heart that thought it will never know love--I have come to learn that love is not something you see coming. It cannot and will not be contained or kept. it takes a different form at every turn. It always breathes and thrives in our minds. If they do not love you, it is not because you cannot be loved. It is because your love does not fit the shape of theirs. And that is fine. Someday, somewhere, somehow, it will. Always.
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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...
