I am angry with you But I am far more disappointed in myself
This is my fault
I let you in I showed you all my softest most vulnerable bits I allowed myself to believe you’d keep them safe
This is my fault
Poke at your own wounds
But leave mine alone
I'm over you But I will never be over what we had
the darkness i thought it would consume me but here i am with my light shining through
words matter
but intent matters more
When you avoid your feelings, you bury your passion
What is life without passion?
Hyperbole is my favorite form of communication Overstating a happiness I barely feel is easier than admitting to the overwhelming sadness