You weren’t the love story I dreamed of.
The one I dreamed of had a happy ending.
Our ending was my nightmare.
Except it wasn’t a nightmare.
It was real life.
I couldn’t run, hide or wake up
Because you can’t run, hid or wake up from your own body.
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The Things I Never Said Out Loud
PoetryThe thoughts and words that no one besides myself have heard or said. I started this book at 19, a couple months after I went through the worst breakup of my life. I continues to write it during what had been the worst and best summer of my life, su...
