You want to feel. Explore every inch of your soul, until you’re where you need to be.
Nah, I’ve been there. I fell in love. I’ve been hurt.
It keeps me up at night
when I think of how my dad
never got to meet you.
Some days I feel really broken by you.
“I’m going to hug you.”
And I do.
Stationary was her prison, and routine suffocated her breath.
A girl in the hallway says
I should try smiling a little more.
Maybe it would help.
Love is not the heart in a pit.
Love is uplifting.
I was in love with you long before I was allowed to admit it.
I’m done fearing losing you by letting you get away with everything that hurts me, everything I’ll never do to you.