i know you have been walking around with this weight on your shoulders for months now and i can tell it’s slowly starting to bring you to your knees.
that’s why i need you to know that it’s okay if you choose to let go of it.
it’s okay if you decide to finally go after what you deserve.
you were not made to keep the whole sky up, my love.
you are allowed to put yourself first for once.
YOU ARE READING
lost;
Poetrythere should be stars for great wars like ours. there ought to be awards and plenty of champagne for the survivors. [ poetry #1 18/12/14 ]
