Love is a beautiful thing. To most, it heals. I felt butterflies once. They're dead. When someone tells me they love me, I'm silent. My heart was broken from me falling so hard. He was so sweet, so heartfelt, so kind. He was amazing. At first. Then it got dark. I say no, he wouldn't care, pushed me to do what he wants of me anyways. When someone says the words, "I love you." The fear of my heart being broken all over again overcomes me. I'm silent. I stay silent. They are the words I can't say, my love.
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Truth | Poems & Short Stories
PoetryThis is an anthology containing a bunch of poems and short stories I've written. TW: Contains depictions of Depression, Anxiety, Abuse and Trauma
