Love is something I never thought I'd be lucky enough to experience. Now I think back and laugh. I didn't get lucky I got hurt. The love I received was not the kind I was hoping to earn. It is a struggle and isn't helping make me into a better person. I thought love was about everything. Smiling, laughing, and enjoying life until you achieve peace with that person and settle into life. This isn't what I signed up for. Although I know its what I deserve. Communication is key. Its hard to use a key when the lock isn't allowing you to use it. Maybe its too rusty or its broken or you even start to think its the wrong lock. So you look for another and you end up as devastated as you were before but this time the lock is a perfect match. Its all fun and games until you realize you both have problems. You both need two different types of love. Two different ways of being cared for. I can not stand to be alone. I can not stand to be in a crowd. I can not stand explaining my feelings and I can not stand not letting my feelings be known. How. Do. You. Make. This. Work. There is only one answer sacrifice yourself for love.
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A Collection Of Poems And Short Stories
PoetryI often write when I'm sad or don't have anything better to do. I use it as my escape. I don't expect you to love it I know they're not great. But I do hope you come here and get inspired as I did from an author to a reader find your own escape.
