people have told me too often that they feel like they need to walk on egg shells around me. i never meant to make you uncomfortable, i don't mean to be so sensitive. i spent so much of my childhood not feeling my feelings.
but i'm making up for it now. crying, feeling the air slip out of your lungs is cathartic. it's beautiful to feel the desolation you hold in your heart rather than compact it, making it the future's problem. sometimes it is better to wallow in your sadness, allowing yourself to feel your painfully uncomfortable worthlessness rather than suppressing it or forcing yourself to move on before you are ready.
feelings are meant to be felt, and my sensitivity is not a flaw. it's my propensity to feel for you the way i feel for myself, completely—with the depth of my heart i feel for you.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
ŞiirPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
