Please, please don't leave me when I'm so close to you now. I can't bear it if you disappear. I love you, my darling.
Please, find me in the forest or the sea, or anywhere wild.
I hate this feeling. Being cooped up when I know that you're waiting with bated breath for my love, for my heart.
How I long to write your name on my skin, instead of writing it on paper. I sacrifice my pen for your hands on my skin.
But you and I both know that this love is going to destroy us if I can break free of my hostile mind and just be with you.
I write this out of my fractured heart for you.
Shoot your pointed arrow at my wall of skepticism, my doubt that I do not deserve you and that my dismal fate is to not be loved. Tame my fractured heart.
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Love From Me
Non-FictionA short anthology about my experiences of being a disabled person living in the 21st Century in Australia. Love From Me is about me having Cerebral Palsy and me coming to terms with it. In retrospect, for people who have known me, you know that I ne...
