There are many things in this world that are left unsaid,
But when I think about you I'm pretty much left in regret.
Your arms they devour my whole body and after sometime I lose my breath.
I forget how to love my self so I let my self go,
I develop hate and soon I look in the mirror and see broken bones, blood, sweat and tears.
Time goes on and I exit my shell, after all these horrible years how could I have been so foolish.
Now I have met someone new and he love me for me, he's gentle and sweet.
He does not hurt me nor make me cry. He holds me close and whispers I'll love you till I die.
What I have learnt is something of value, it is to never let any body treat me like I am futile.
I am of greater quality.
About the Creator
Marie xo
~ Go for it, what you have to offer is beautiful!
Self love <3
IG: Mariesangels
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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