Apologies
I could no longer count the times I promised myself not to open the gates to the garden of my soul that wide to anyone again. and yet here I am, waiting for someone to silently walk in, to offer some kindness and water the withering flowers in my chest.
I could no longer count the days I found myself pretending to sit idly in the living room, the lingering fiery rays of the sun kissing my face while watching the door and the dusk beyond with ferret eyes, hoping someone would break in to save me, even if I knew no one was coming.
But I do remember the moments I feel disheartened-the times I had to shut my mouth to muffled the sobs of my dying heart so no one would hear the shattering of my insides-to looked up at the sky to dry out the tears that threatens to expose the true emotions behind their cold-polar gaze.
But above all, the times I wanted to apologize to myself for wanthing to disappear-and for the times I chose to exist.
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Under The Late October Skies
PoesíaI am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words. ☽☀☾ -You will lose yourself in nirvana on this very surface and then- i will teach you how to navigate the stars knowing that even if you lose me, you will find your way back. ...
