i say,
"i'm not going to fucking break."
but then i remember,
that perhaps i will.
i know that i am more fragile
than i'd like to think.
i'm barely holding myself together.
i shouldn't be asking you to hurt me more.
these are things to remember,
for myself,
when i forget that i very well may be glass.
considering how close i am
to smashing myself to pieces.
YOU ARE READING
love is like a roller coaster
Poetry𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. the hopeless ramblings of a hopeless romantic. > (completed)
