it was the one time i felt loved, cared for, and truly appreciative of my surroundings
no matter if the dinner didn't take that much effort, it still made me feel amazing and nice. not to mention i had a ton of my favourite ice cream that night, specifically because you wanted to be nice to me.
it was one of the first times i felt happy without any hold ups, restrictions, or anything like that.
i was holding your hand all day
it meant something to live once again
it meant something to have someone care.
we watched our favourite shows, you introduced me to yours, good omens, and we watched mine, heartstopper.
i didn't forget everything.
i miss being loved, i miss being appreciated
ella, you treated me good.
you knew how much i struggled, what i felt
and you saw me sitting there
in my Jigglypuff kigurumi
you saw someone you thought deserved love and attention
thank you, but
did your heart strings swell?
i wanted to cry from the heart it took to think of it all
and it hurts now remembering the gall
i felt like i deserved more than i had received all before
but instead it was nothing but smoke
puff and huff on whatever makes the feeling go away
just wish it was over.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poesíapoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
