Uh-huh.
This is what my head says when I receive messages and unheard phone calls from someone who says that they are "in control" — let us not debate if they are
No.
This is what my heart thinks when my brain says this: "you are going to end up just like her. You are going to destroy your kids and make them hate you, just like she did—"
I will fight.
This is what I know, this is what I declare over the armies of blood inside my bones — I know this,
that love's plan is all coming along,
I have songs in my head and dreams in my heart;
I know what I want. I am going to fight for them
Stop.
This is what I tell myself when I get overwhelmed—When I start feeling like I have to control everything, I tell my lungs to breathe, I tell my brain to stop thinking — only for a moment,
I close my eyes,
I envision love standing in front of me,
and I throw my fears on the ground at his feet, crying —
YOU ARE READING
Easier To Forget
PoetryPoems. // Hi, hello. This is a sort-of memoir/journal of unorthodox poems that I've written over the years. I started writing in 2015. Glad you're here (: Feel free to leave comments and vote or w/e. ×Mysneakz [Completed]
