I just realized that if someone doesn’t exert some effort, or make himself physically and emotionally available, then why would you hold on?
If you’re afraid of what comes next, feel the excitement of what could be.
I choose to love myself and not you. I choose sincerity over false hope. I deserve so much better than you.
A relationship can’t grow in comfort.
Since you loved me through flaws and all, I will look through yours and see nothing but perfection.
We were going so fast,
it was almost as if we were still.
Which made me think of us, the rush
of our love and becoming.
You see God’s Country. I see my own personal hell.
You still feel a pang of pain, or maybe a tad bit more when you remember them, but the thing is, you’re okay.
I am choosing myself over you because I also need to feel whole again.
This is me finally standing up for myself, dear.