You're concerned about having hurt me, but to speak honestly in not hurt. I'm tired, really. Tired of being seen for a body that is just as foreign to you as it is to me. Tired of never being good enough because of something I can't help. Tired of being so desolate and unlovable. I'm not okay with all this turmoil. I shouldn't be seen as difficult to love because of a body that not even I can properly associate with.
What ever happened to loving someone for who they are and not by what they are?
You keep thinking and thinking and thinking about giving us an opportunity, but your thoughts falter and you come up blank. So much thinking yet so little reasoning. So much thinking yet no proper conclusion comes to you.
Even so, I can't help falling in love with you further everytime I'm with you.
August 22nd, 2019
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In My Head
Non-FictionJust a place where I let the thoughts, ideas, tragedies, events and possibilities that thrive within me and the experiences I've lived be voiced and bear a place where others may understand them. •lower-case "i" intended •Cover made by me *Warning:...
