As a woman, the age of 18
I wish I could've said so much to my younger self
Still stuck and trying to hold on
To something that was never in my grasp but I in theirs
Conflicted within myself and within the lies built around me.
Is this love a love that's really meant to be?
Love doesn't make you cry, make me second guess everything I say.
Why am I so desperate for love?
The love I never got?
Eager to start life? To end it?
Can I feel this emptiness with self love?
So much more love I have to give to myself now.
That I owe myself
Everyone says how you can love someone when you don't love your own self.
I use to say easy.
Now I say the say to others, still struggling myself
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Stay in love
Short Story2nd part to Love is Pain Short story, short chapters, told in poetic way The grieving of love is what this is Being happy only with someone else Being lied to by someone who said they would never hurt you Lying to yourself Falling out of love over...
