some days i am stripped off of the binding wounds you left me with and i feel completely healed and i thank my heart for not giving up. i convince myself that you should've never been a part of me and i should've never let you build a home in this wretched place i call my heart. i tell myself that it's for the best and i scream in joy of the toxicity that is now gone.
but then some other days, i remember the way you looked at me with those kaleidoscope eyes and my knees feel weak recollecting the way you recited shakespeare to my ears . some days i try to shake off the feeling you gave me when you flashed that sunshine smile of yours i adored so much and the way you held my hand as if it was the only thing you ever wanted to hold.
still other days i want to forget the way your tone towards me changed after you met her and the way your eyes could no longer stay on mine when i spoke to you. i tell myself over and over again that it wasn't your fault but mine, that I wasn't enough and you needed someone else, that someone else being her. i convince myself that you didn't do anything wrong, although the crack in my heart says otherwise.
but now, at this moment, i tell myself that i was enough. i am enough and i always will be enough for you. my only mistake was wnating to be your other half, when i so clearly am a whole by myself and myself alone and your mistake was giving me only half of your heart. i am complete, i am one and you and i never worked out because the sickening thought of being your half circled my mind endlessly. i am a whole, a revolution, all by myself.
so some day, when the skies are not in your favour and you need someone to hold, remember that it'll take more than just half of your heart to ever feel complete.
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
