Guilty eyes and little white lies. I never regretted you or the memories we created. Sometimes I get sentimental and go through old pictures and messages. There are some places I can't go to anymore without my mind playing little films of us. If I could do it all over again, I'd go back to you and let you in and tell you how much I love you. I'd tell you why I'm scared to let people in, and why I'm scared of love and run from it instead of letting it in. If I could go back in time and redo our chapter, I would. Maybe if I had told you, we could've had a different ending, or a happier one than the one we got. - Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poetryheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
