lxxxii. DEAR TWO THOUSAND EIGHTEEN.
treat me gently, for past years haven't. allow me to love myself enough that i don't need other's feelings to make me feel whole. self-care and peace of mind. hopes and desires finally satisfy instead of throwing me into a black hole. no longer searching for one's self, but finding my soul in the lost and found in the darkness of my own chest. this, i don't think will be too hard given you carry so many hours within you. just please, don't leave me broken like these months have left me to be. don't be ruthless, spit out more insecurities than i can carry.
happy, for once.
here's to you,
i hope this is not too much to ask for.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poetryxvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
