"To whoever loves me next, I'm sorry if I'm afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I'm sorry if I make you say the words over and over until I believe them. ( I'm sorry if I don't believe them. ) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I've ever thought something was too good to be true. I've been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won't know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep well be into this relationship before I admit I've never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body in someone else's but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won't be easy to love. To many people loved me badly, I'm not sure I know how to do it right." - TO WHOEVER LOVES ME NEXT by Ashe Vernon
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Poetic Art
PoetryA bunch of poems with art work or pictures they describe. Most found on tumblr.