A love letter to the man I said I’d never love
The moment he walked in, I knew I’d break my own heart
But he’d stolen it before I could even breathe.
He was danger and I knew it
Setting off all the alarms in my body
And I was intoxicated.
I’d fallen for him when I knew that I shouldn’t
Because I knew all he'd give was heartache.
I’d wake up with him on my mind knowing
That I was never on his
When I gave myself enough space to breath
Without smelling his scent
To see without his face in mind
To live without thinking of him
When I gave my heart a chance to feel safe
He slammed away my defenses,
Broke down my shoddy walls
And I fell prey to his sly eyes and
Maybe it was the way she flipped her hair, the way she talked, the way her laugh was like a melodious symphony to which only my ears could listen to. I could tell from the very beginning that I was smitten, and, despite my past heartaches, I believed that this time would be different. Her touches were so soft, so sweet, so right, and yet... I knew they weren’t just for me. She was the brightest star in the galaxy, unknowing how many planets revolved around her. Her niceness was a curse. A curse she gave everyone without a second thought, forcing them to become addicted to her personality, addicted to her... and I was just simply one of her victims. She was oblivious, so much so that it quie...
She stands, alone in her bubble, afraid to open up, to speak out, to go out, in fear that her only safe zone will pop, leaving her naked and afraid and exposed. She opens her mouth but no words come out. She watches with her eyes wide open, but is unable to change what she witnesses before her. All she desires is to know the outside, but all she knows is the isolation she keeps herself in. She was a fool, pretending to be happy when she was alone, forcing a smile when her eyes were watery from anxiety and fear. She was a facade, a mask of happiness and independence when she was really only afraid of being seen for her true, ugly self. She believed in the righteousness of her bubble, keepi...
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