How is it that somehow you always seem to know the right words to make me feel a little less broken?
That you always seem to know when I just need a comforting gesture to let me know that someone cares?
How do you always manage to make me smile, when all I should want to do is cry? Make me feel beautiful without makeup when I count my flaws over and over again in my head every day?
How can you manage to make me feel so comfortable and at home when I'm exhausted and I look like shit? How is it so easy to open up and talk to you?
I don't have the answers but for as long as you seem happy to be my support then just know that I'll be yours as well and together maybe we can work something out. And come out of this a little less broken and a little more okay.
Because you make me feel like shyness isn't an integral part of me, anxiety isn't something to fear, and that I can be 100% myself around you and still be comfortable with that. I don't need to use my phone as a crutch or always feel embarrassed anymore.
You make me feel intelligent and like my words have value. You make me feel like someone genuinely cares what I have to say even if it's random and nonsensical drunken babble at two am.
You make me feel safe. And happy. And something about the way that your eyes light up when you smile at me, and your arms feel wrapped around my waist makes me forget that there are things about myself that I don't like.
I don't know how I feel about a lot of things, but one thing is for sure, you really have made my life (and my head) better places to be since you got here. And I'm not sure that I ever want you to leave.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
