I should have been surprised but I wasn't. I think a part of me knew, and had always known, if I had to choose, who would I choose.
The person who hurts you the most by not speaking to you, is the person you love the most. And it isn't him, it never could be; it's you. And it terrifies me that it'd always be you.
Even drunk, I couldn't drown my sorrows. They took me under. And they reminded me I could never escape.
Time doesn't heal wounds. Distance doesn't matter. All they can do is dim the pain, but the wounds won't close.
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A Piece Of My Heart: Poetry and More
PoetryFalling in love is a process. So is falling out of it. This collection of mine has been written slowly over the years. It contains not only poems, but little tidbits, snippets from my diary, musings, and philosophies of what love is and of how love...
