Being strong
Is easy to do when you're alone.
When you're in your room daydreaming,
It's easy to imagine telling someone to fuck off.
It's easy to tell them how much they hurt you
When you're saying it to an old picture of the two of you.
But when it comes down to it,
And he's back
And he's real.
And he's standing in front of you
With his fingers clasped in yours,
Being strong is really hard.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.