For #8
Add her to the list of girls my heart cannot pursue...
An incredible human, once again.
One after another...
Always a twist, strings attached.
If I would've known sooner maybe I wouldn't have been hurt.
But maybe I would've...
If you had control over your conscious,
Your mental state,
Your personalities,
Then maybe it could've worked out.
I could've fallen for you,
I could've loved you the way no one has ever loved me,
I could've told you how truly remarkable you were every day.
But now I cannot do such with the same intentions...
There is nothing wrong with you, girl.
You've been hurt.
Careless human's poisoned you.
A girl who has become a beautiful survivor.
PTSD turns the words people spit into acid...
BPD is the broken mirror you're supposed to reflect in...
Depression and anxiety turn your pillow into quicksand...
D.I.D erases the thin line between your memory and reality...
Eating disorders are the booming speakers in your stomach that ripple the water in your veins...
It is not your fault.
It is not your fault.
My feelings for you remain untouched...
But I cannot hurt you with my own hurt, and you cannot do the same with yours.
You have been hurt too many times, girl.
And I promise not to do the same.
I am sorry...
[em, the girl that's there for you, always]
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Blind Poets
PoésiePoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
