Laying in bed,
Staring at the ceiling again.
Eyelids heavy
And dark with sleep.
I can't get you out of my head.
I'm hopeful,
For the first time in months,
Even though I'm scared.
Trying to convince myself
Day by day,
That I'm not too damaged to love,
Or be loved.
I don't even know you that well,
But it seems like we've clicked,
Instantly.
I hope my heart isn't playing tricks on me again.
I just want to be happy.
I think...
I could be happy with you.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
