People always say I am good at leaving. Maybe I am.
Maybe I am always good at dodging the tendencies of pain before it gets into my skin and sometimes, I wish there's something more rather than just leaving any surface and never coming back again.
I silently wish to find a place in this world where I am no longer required to escape. I yearn for belongingness in a form of pair of hands and eyes where love comes free and that I don't need to beg just to have it. I long for a home, for safety and intimacy.
I am tired of always leaving and trying something new only to find myself leaving it once again just because I was taken for granted.
I am tired of abandoning the old places where I almost gave my entire heart with.
Maybe I am not always good at leaving.
Maybe that's the only thing that felt right to me.
Maybe I am not always good at leaving.
Maybe I am just used to it.
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoetryYou 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...
