This new "love" of mine called me today just to hear the sound of my voice. I know I got him around my little finger, the way he melts into me is astonishing. He has been pulling at my heart strings with how he holds me, how he talks, and with how he reacts to my peaks of ptsd. He doesn't get angry, more along the lines of wanting to comfort.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
