Loving someone is kind of like a seatbelt
If it works properly, you feel safe
If it is dysfunctional, however,
it can send you flying through the windshield
and fractured glass
And crying alone in brokenness
You thought you were grown up enough to make your own decision to not wear a seatbelt?
Huh.
I guess I've been there before.
And what have we learned?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
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Quotes & Poems
PoetryYou know when you don't have any words of your own? Use someone else's. Quotes and Poems express feelings when we are unable to speak.
