I'm over trying to be someone you tolerate. Fourteen years spent desperate for you to validate someone I never was. I suppose I changed myself over and over again because I thought some version could be loved. But it didn't matter because regardless of personality, as long as I was simply me, I wasn't enough for you. After so long I'm finally through. Maybe one day we'll rebuild what you let go, but for once I'm also okay if we won't. I didn't deserve your conditional "love". I deserved a brother who wouldn't leave me for drugs. After fourteen years I choose me, after fourteen years I'm free.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
