sixty six days
one thousand, five hundred, eighty four minutes
ninety five thousand and forty seconds
of acceptance
of self-love
of validation
of reassurance
of getting back up
where I am right now,
(in reality sitting on a toilet writing this crap)
things are seen at a vantage point
//
the oldest saying is the truest;
It takes time.
trust me
it gets better
YOU ARE READING
denials
Poetrypoems with no chronological order • of love disclaimer: not all stuff are mine do not read this if you want to feel happy because it's gonna get really wallow and soppy I hope this helps - maybe to provide company, an outlet, or just to let you know...
