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Where love, heartbreak, and healing live in words
I woke up thinking about you. Again. I prayed for it to stop—sat in churchasking for peace,for quiet,for just one momentwhere you didn’t live in my head. But you were still there. And going through everything I’ve written—all the memories—it pulled me right back. To you. To what I felt with you. And here’s the…
Maybe you’re right—maybe my scars do define me. The one on my hand—a quiet reminderthat I learned how to create something beautifulout of trial, error, and a little bit of fire.I wasn’t always good at it,but I stayed.And I learned.And now I nourish. The two on my chest—proof that I fought a warsome never make…
I didn’t reach for you todayeven when your namerested quietlyon my lips even when the silencefelt louderthan it should I held myself instead gently—like somethingstill healing there is a spacewhere you used to beand sometimesit echoes but todayI didn’t fill itwith you I let it breathe and somewherebetween missing youand choosing me I felt it—…
You hold pieces of me now—not because you reached for them,not because you asked—but because I never learnedhow to love in fragments. I leave parts of myself behind everywhere I go,like quiet echoes—a heartbeat here, a memory there,soft traces of a soul that never stays whole.But you…you were different. You weren’t an accident,or something that…
they saylove doesn’t begdoesn’t split itself in halfand call it enough doesn’t bleed quietlywhile someone elsewipes their hands clean love doesn’t sound likeI love youfollowed too quickly byI’m sorry like the truth slipped outand needed to be taken back I know this I know all the rules nowI could recite themlike scripturelike survival and still—…
Today feels heavier.Not because anything changed,but because everything inside of me is remembering. I remember how it started,how it felt to be seen,how easy it was to care without thinking twice. And now I’m here—holding all of that by myself. There’s a part of me that wants to reach out,not because I’ve forgotten the truth,but…
