I Won’t Be The Girl Who Runs To You
My heart wants to fly to you.
But these feet are grounded, rooted to the earth.
My heart wants to fly to you.
But these feet are grounded, rooted to the earth.
There is a darkness in me, that so very few see.
My heart would race, so fast and so hard, that I thought I was dying.
Divorce is truly like death.
This is for the girls who had their hearts smashed, stabbed, stitched up and stomped on.
I can’t help but reflect on how I’ve gotten here.
Why did you have to go, my dearest father?
I’m terrified of that breaking, if I’m being quite honest.
I loved you, and I won’t apologize for that.