I am not hard. I just learned the strategy. I just learned how to protect my fragility. I just learned how to adapt and to teach people that not everything they see inside of me is welcome for afflictions. I am not an orphanage.
I am not a home. I am not a mouth with good words. I am not a good company. I am not hard. I am not unwelcoming.
I am just protecting the parts of me that I spent years to make it function again. I am not heartless.
I am just reassuring I don't get the same heartache with the familiarity of the same reasons and faces.
I am just protecting my broken heart from being broken again because I am not that well yet. I am not hard. In fact, I am soft.
I had always been so soft before that I took the guilt for breaking down so easily. Now I learned that my vulnerability is my own responsibility.
I need to learn that I will not always get my anticipated apologies from people who hurt me. I learned how to adjust that the world will never adjust for me.
It will never get along with me. Never.
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PuisiYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
