My dear, it's okay.
It's okay to lose your spot in life. It's okay to do your own thing in your own time. It's okay to be filled with sadness and not speak a word to me. It's okay to put your phone aside and sleep the pain away. It's okay to be distant.
It's okay to figure out the things plaguing you on your own. It's okay to spend time restoring your peace of mind. It's okay to cry in the darkness of your room due to the things that still hurt. It's okay to lay down and forget about everyone for a while. It's okay, my dear.
Please, my dear, remember the endless love I have for you. I will forever support your winding journey, I will forever understand your chaos that sometimes you yourself don't understand, and I will forever give you the space to think and heal.
I know that your love for me remains the exact same, even when sometimes you just need to choose yourself.
My dear, it's okay.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
