This post came as a surprise, even for myself.
I felt like writing. Putting my inner thoughts into words.
I felt like writing. Putting my inner thoughts into words.
Especially when I not someone who writes well at all.
But, they say writing helps? (:
But, they say writing helps? (:
I guess you can say we all have two personalities.
The one during the day, if we were asked if we're happy,
we would say "absolutely" we're happy and we don't need any help & we're completely okay.
But then there's the other. That at 2am, sits alone in their room wondering if anyone likes them at all
asking themselves what's the point in any of this.
asking themselves what's the point in any of this.
The one that is in pain and this is the one that needs to be shown how beautiful they are.
It's amazing how at one point in our lives we will be extremely close
with someone
and then later they will become a complete stranger.
and then later they will become a complete stranger.
You
will pass by them without a word. without a single acknowledging look.
This person, who once knew you so well, who once knew your fears, your
desires, your dreams, your past,
is now walking right past you, seeing
right through you.
I know that I don't own you, and perhaps I never did,
so my anger when you're with her, I have no right to feel.
so my anger when you're with her, I have no right to feel.
I know that you don't own me, and I shouldn't ask for more.
I shouldn't feel so let down, all the times you don't call.
What I feel, I shouldn't show you, so when you're around I won't.
I know I've no right to feel it but it doesn't mean I don't.
I want to say I miss you.
But it wouldn't change anything so I'll just keep on pretending I don't.
With all my blessing and love
x
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