01.23.23
I would often watch people leave, bid them a silent goodbye in my head, and tell myself I'll be fine cause I'm all grown up. But what I wanted was for them to stay just where I am grounded.
I would often welcome strangers at my door, let them take the bed at nightfall, and tell myself this time might be different cause I'm here with good intentions. But what came up the next morning were crumpled sheets of no return.
I would often see people coming in again, wanting to occupy some space inside my fortress, and I told myself I'd give it another try cause maybe this is the end game I have been waiting for. But I am here writing prose and poetries on how I never was a choice in my love affairs.
—georginariver
