Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I told I loved you when I knew.
I’m sure there are still songs you still think of her when they come on the radio and you don’t know if you should change it or just listen.
It’ll be on the roads you used to drive and you look over at an empty passenger seat thinking about when he used to be there.
In 2018 I can only hope I meet someone I love as deeply as I loved you. But more than that I hope I meet someone who can love me the way I deserve.
It taught me about compassion and understanding and vulnerability. That these really horrible things connected me to so many others because I was brave enough to talk about it and write about it.
You’ll never find the love you’re seeking when you continue to go back to these men that broke you in hopes they’ll be the one who puts you back together.
In time as you get to know this person better as scary as it might be, what you’ll realize is despite their flaws and shortcomings they became exactly what you needed while everyone else stood there not stepping up to the plate.
I really pray you will never experience that kind of pain. It will really hurt. That’s why those suffering with it need you. They need your presence even if they push you away.
You will hide it under euphemisms. You will hide it under bulky sweaters and Miller Lite. You will hide it under poetry.
Perhaps, this home lies deep within For everything is, but mere illusion