Sometimes I wish I could be more vulnerable, more open with you. To have the courage to wear my heart on my sleeve, because you give me so much, while I sit there in silence, nodding along to your voice.
"Sometimes you have to let the toxic people go," you say. "Let the ones that want to stay stay, and let go of the rest."
I let you speak, despite knowing it all too well.
"I have two exits in my life; a door and a window. People have three choices with me; leave plainly through the door, stay, or flee headfirst through the window."
"Which is what he did," I joke.
"Exactly!" You exclaim with a laughter.
And I cannot stop thinking about all the people I do not talk to anymore, and I feel guilty for not having tried harder, and I hope that I am different now,
and I
and I
and I
become too lost in my own thoughts, so you repeat yourself to try to drag me back into the reality you are in
and I am grateful.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
