i get happy, my anxiety passes and then one small comment can make it all rush back. the art of not knowing how someone feels or knowing if they're enjoying your presence as much as you enjoy theirs is painful. is there beauty hidden inside of it all that i cant see? somehow i don't think there is. i've always thought that there is beauty in pain, and maybe there is, but there's not beauty in not knowing—the beauty is in the love that is proven from the pain. you wouldn't feel the pain if you didn't feel the love.
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how can i welcome in love, intimacy, kindness, passion, if all i've ever known is pain, violence, rage
"you are healed when you see the person that cut you and you don't wanna cut them back"
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PoésieThis started as a note in my phone but I wanted to share it for others to read as well. These are the thoughts that I have gone through after getting out of an unhealthy relationship, rejoining the dating scene, and rediscovering myself. It's so cle...
