it seems like such a minor thing that matters so much- i spoke a sentence, she hugged me, i started crying, she said it was going to be okay.
and yet it makes me feel a thousand times better.
she listened. she understood. she comforted me. she reassured me. she was there for me.
when i thought no one would care. when i thought no one was listening or willing to listen or paying attention.
she listened.
she saw me.
such a simple act. a hug. a couple words.
"it's going to be okay," she told me.
"you don't have to talk about it," she told me.
"don't hurt yourself," she said.
she said, "i'm here."
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the words and thoughts of a (sometimes) shattered girl
Poetrythese are poems i've written over the past two years but some from earlier, either based on my own life or on something in the world or a fictional character. they're not in order, so don't be confused if i go from writing about my loneliness in the...
