Maybe I found love again. I'm not sure. Everybody hurts me and I'm sure I hurt them back. But maybe I finally found a love meant to last.
He seems to love me. He seems to care. He says he never wants to hurt me. But how can I tell if it's all for real if all I've ever known is pain.
I lost a love that I thought would last. I don't want him to be like her. I hurt her a lot with my stuck position. Then I hurt her some more by accident.
He is my sleeping beauty. So beautiful and at peace. He's very cautious about himself but I love him as he loves me.
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Non-FictionThis is a collection of true stories from me and poems that I bother to share. Enjoy I guess. Trigger warning: Depression, Anxiety, Cutting, Broken hearts