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You called me guarded, And I laughed while subtly denying it. But I lied. That shit was true. Because if it wasn’t, I would have laid my heart out on the table. I would have pinpointed areas where it hurt, Acres of muscle dead from the pain, Incapable of permitting planted love to grow. It …
It’s 2am and my body jolts itself to life. I’ve been drinking, I’ve been smoking, Hoping that these chemicals would numb the pain, Mask the anxiety, Do something other than drive me insane. The fear that I know, Transits through my heavy heart. But today, it’s come to stay. Like a spider in its silky …
I had lost my innocence trying to persevere, Misplaced my happiness by choosing to stay, Given up my voice listening to yours. Most of all, I lost my compassion trying to guard my heart. I'm not the same person. A.
The first time I wrote a post titled the 8th of May was on the first day of my first ever relationship. It was one of the most unconventional events ever and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it so, I ended up writing something sad which I would link HERE. I was 17, …
