Five months.
It doesn't seem that long, does it?
Last time you thought about the number five, you had freshly painted butterflies on your wrist.
So much has happened in such little time.
The cheater.
The trio.
The boy.
Five months.
You've been smiling since your last painting.
You reunited with a boy.
So you've made mistakes.
So what?
He makes you feel loved.
Five months, darling.
You hardly remember that you have scars.
You've been spotty on your meds, but he makes you feel like you don't need them.
You used feel like you were just watching the past through grey-tinted windows.
Not really living or noticing the present.
Until he came along.
He kisses your confidence and forgives your doubts.
He helps you move on and love yourself.
You did it.
You let yourself live.
And the next five months will only get better.
~Ty
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A Collection of Personal Poems and Lyrical Laments
PoetryThis book is entirely made of poems I've written over the years and unfinished lyrics/rantings that kind of rhyme. I wanted to publish them somewhere and I feel like WattPad is a safe enough place to do so without too much backlash. Please enjoy an...
