1. the pain comes and goes. i've felt it for what feels like millions of times, but have never learned to put my foot down. my own wants walk a fine line. they almost seem ethereal. taking care of myself is a skill i have yet to master
2. "no" is a simple word laced with shipwrecked patterns. i've grown so used to it being used against me for the same things over and over, that i never learned to use it to my own benefit. it's now a strange phobia where i feel like if i use it, im giving them validation for using it first
3. you told me no again. there can't be an us like this now. you said yes to still talking, though. but for some reason i snapped. a phobia became my weapons. i said no to still talking, at least until i decide otherwise. now i'm sitting in another country 5,000 miles away trying hard to enjoy myself without you
4. so far it's getting easier
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✔️Fragments | Original Poetry | COMPLETE
Poetrywhen it comes down to it, my heart has been shattered for a long time now. i'm just hoping if i write it all down i can make the fragments tangible and they can be pieced back together
