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Feb 21 · 1
What I’m used to
Making me laugh when I’m feeling broken and on the brink of slipping again
You say  there’s nothing wrong with me

The lights inside shut off
You’ll keep turning on the switch to ward off past emotions that keep trying to be a constant in my mind trying to shout into the present moment

Steadying my thoughts when I’m confused
As I question;
Which are mine or which are from another timeline

Make me feel safe enough to be loud and dance down the street.
What’s happening?
Who is this person I’m becoming?
I’m starting to like who I am
Saw me as I kept blossoming as weeds
Struggling to stay on my feet
Frustrated at the continuous challenges
While patching the patterns as you heal the trust issues that cause too many issues
I slowly have stopped questioning what you’re up to
Patience really is a virtue-
You’re just not the kind of person I’m used to

Disagreements are part of the process.
We get angry but always come back.

It’s known that perfect doesn’t exist;
But the imperfection is the beauty in all this

I’ve made a lot of bad choices-
But growing along with you has left me with no regrets;
Let’s keep doing it again and again

I’ll sing a million songs as time goes on
But it’ll never be enough to express the warmth that builds up as I exist in the same era with you

It’s 2:00am
I’m distraught again
I’ll say, “I don’t want to be a burden”
You ask if I need to talk
Giving your shoulder for my head to lean on when it’s too heavy for me to hold up
I’ll say that,
“Sometimes I want to give up”
You remind me I’m tough

Saying thank you never feels enough
So I’ll ***** the sappy words til I get the point across

Thanks for making the world a little lighter
&  Giving me the hope that’s been lost in weighing thought

If one day distance one day comes to greet what we have,
I’ll cherish our journey

& Be sure to remember these moments til my time fades
Leaving behind nothing but the Brighter days.
Healing is a little easier when there are friends who come to help water the garden so you can bloom into something beautiful

— The End —