You promised you wouldn't ever leave.
That not even God himself could tear us apart.
So where are you now, when I need you most?
Maybe you ran because I was breaking. Maybe you ran because I'm not beautiful.
Maybe you ran because I can't love myself.
Maybe you ran because you got tired of me.
Maybe you ran because I'm just not enough.
And maybe,
just maybe,
This is why I can't trust people.
XOXO sweetly_broken_ 💕
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PoésieThis is just a collection of my thoughts and feelings. I struggle with anxiety, depression, self-harming, eating disorders, and insomnia, and suicidal thoughts. If these things will be triggering for you, then please be cautious and careful. I Love...
