It isn't fair
The hope they bring me
The joy,
Sadness,
Love
It isn't right
The hold they have on me
Created from thin air
Not even real
Yet their loves make my heart ache
Their grief make it tear in two
And their joy make it shine
Real people should matter just as much
Shouldnt they?
But real people -
The real world
It could never compete
Not with the kind of passion I feel for the characters in my novels
On my screen
YOU ARE READING
Trauma Bonding
PoesíaSometimes we all just need a safe place to share our stories TW: Talk of self-harm, suicide, and sexual assault
