When the person who hurt you is the one who can fix it, you’re left uncertain of how to fix yourself.
I saw the person I fell for in glimpses. Which made me tolerate the BS.
If it’s a game of who cares less you always lose.
Their touch is one in the dark that’s no longer soft. Physically they might be there but emotionally they’re checked out.
I wear my scars like souvenirs that I shouldn’t be holding onto as I have.
And as you move on and try and heal you’ll search for them in the eyes of strangers just hoping and praying you find a familiarity that feels like home and it’s there you will find yourself again.
If she’s the one you turn to when things go wrong and she’s your rock, take a chance on her.
I responded, “How?”
Toxic people see someone like this and they are attracted to the fact they know they can control them. And people with good hearts simply try and appease them.
How do I forget the moment I looked at you and just knew I loved you more than anyone?