Remember when the number 21 used to mean something?
Every month on the 21st, we'd celebrate by holding each other and whispering sweet nothings.
Now I'm just reminded of those good times,
how I tore them up and threw it back at you.
I was scared of being happy.
I was scared of losing you.
I was scared of caring.
Now the 21st is just another day, that means nothing.
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Forever & Over
PoetryI wrote most of these when I was in a really dark time in my life it felt like I was drowning and sinking but now I finally learned how to float and breathe again. When I look back at these mistakes and this undescribable pain, I like to still wri...
