I wish to pretend I’m okay
whenever you say ‘there’s no WE’
but deep down inside there’s
an ocean stopping itself to form a tsunami.
It’s like a breeze slapping me
with cold reality. I’m like a bee stung
with its own self.
If only you know how much it hurts…
there’s no cure for being in love with you.
Anything I put my mind to, I know that's what I can do. No matter what anybody says, I believe in myself.
I am a caterpillar about to blossom into a butterfly I am brave, I am strong I am wise, though sometimes wrong I am different, I am unique
As soon as my shoulders began to relax into a comfortable slouch -the instant I dropped my hypervigilance -forgetting for that brief respite; that you broke my heart
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