Stuff I have learned this week: stop talking about your feelings/heartache/trauma to people. Let the poems do the talking. Because honestly even the people who are closest to you don't need to feel even a modicum of the pain you are going through.
This perfectly describes me. In all my years: since I was nobody touched my heart and soul like you did. I pray daily that you would see through my lies to the love that still burns in my heart for you, and forever will.
You made me feel needed. You made me feel wanted, only for a short amount of time. In those 2 months, you made me feel wanted but after you started drifting away, i realized that now matter how many times you said you would, you were never going to stay.
you're so hard on yourself. take a moment. sit back. marvel at your life: at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that wisened you, at the suffering that strengthened you. despite everything, you still grow. be proud of this.