You, my darling, are worth more than the hundreds of teardrops falling from your swollen eyes. You deserve more than the pointless screaming matches he drags you through.
Despite what he tells you, he doesn't love you. No man that loves you, would drag you through hell and back consistently.
A man that loves you wouldn't dare to hurt you, the thought of hurting you would make his own heart hurt, the thought of him laying a hand on you wouldn't cross his mind, the vile words dripping with venom, that seem to easily escape his mouth wouldn't even dare to form, the thought of losing you would make him sick, mentally and physically.
You, my dear, are worth more than a thousand roses. He may have left you wilted for now, but add some water and chop off the dead ends and you'll regrow, stronger and prettier than ever.
-Mari
hi my angels, how are you? I missed you guys. :)
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The Words That My Mouth Failed to Speak
Şiir*Completed* This book can best be described as a plethora of my thoughts combined together to form the words that my mouth fails to speak. Before you read this book. Open your mind, it is only then will you come into acceptance with your own thoug...
