Face your fears,
if you want to be let free from them.
Free from what takes away everything that makes you.
Face your fears,
that hold you tightly,
and that make you wonder if he's holding her tonight.
If he's feeling the same childish excitement of something new.
Someone new.
Face my fears?
Face a kissed face,
that only unknown to me, is kissed by a name i'll never know.
Face your fears,
so the gut twisted punch fades.
And trust me, it will.
When I am ready,
I will accept what's good,
what's right for me,
and what's me.
When I am ready,
i'll realize i'm starved, not dehydrated.
When I am ready,
i'll stop drinking, and drinking.
No water will ever fix a lack of food i'm unwilling to give myself.
When I am ready,
i'll love me first.
Until then,
I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Cafe Com Sangue
Poesíafeeling and thinking my experiences, through poetry and short writings.
