My retainer doesn't fit anymore. And my clothes are one size to big. I'd like to think that means I've changed but I'm still somehow exactly the same. Somehow the pain is still sitting there on my chest. People tell you to heal but they never precisely say how. People tell me to let it go but they never tell you where to set it down. You would think after all these years I'd be someone else. That all the pain would have caused me to grow into someone better. But it hasn't. I'm just bitter. Bitter that people are able to move on and I'm still here. As if the contest is who can stay still the longest. I'm envious of your ability to grow. Of your ability to make a bad situation seem good. Of your ability to heal. I'm envious that you've changed and I'm still here.
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The live's I've lived
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
