We know heartbreak like the back of our hands.
Aching for people who never thought of staying, who always had one foot out the door.
So we learnt to tie up our torn hearts with fragile threads hoping this will work.
It is enough to get by…
Because healing is exhausting,
Because staying up with the same dark thoughts night after night is exhausting,
Because fighting the same battles knowing you are on the losing side is disheartening,
Because failed expectations hurt.
But fragile threads break under stress.
But we still heal, slowly and quietly becoming the person we want to be,
But we still challenge our dark thoughts with positive actions,
But we still fight,
But we still show the courage to expect again.
And yes, it is exhausting because some days breathing itself becomes a task, everything seems worthless and our own selves feel useless and all we want is to give up because it’s always me and it doesn’t matter anymore.
For those times all I ask of you is to stay there a little bit longer.
Think about the how’s. (How am I going to solve this?)
Let’s have a beer or tea (your choice) and let’s talk. Let’s just sit and complain. Complain or share or rant but just let it all out, whole night, another morning.
Let’s do that because whenever you need someone I’m here.
And then when you are done, you get up, shrug off your worries and take the day head on.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
