I have a really good thing
Something most people can only dream of having
A home that holds beautiful dark brown eyes that look like honey in the sun
A safe space that's found in the way they say my name
And yet I find myself in the same place every time
Constantly questioning how long this will last
How long until they realize they can do so much better
That I am in fact not this perfect girl who has her shit together
How long until my home is ripped right from under me
Leaving me with nothing but broken promises and a shattered heart
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The Aftermath
PoetryEverybody talks about the pain of going through a toxic relationship, the heartbreak of it all, even, once it all ends. However, nobody really talks about the aftermath. The toxic tendencies that you unwillingly adapt, the constant overthinking and...
