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Kendra Stocklin Apr 2015
Good Morning;*

It's 6 o'clock in the morning.
We have just woken up from a restless slumber.
The morning air coming through the window
blowing the curtains softly.
It's peaceful in this open white room.
We lie together in silence.
It is too early to carry on a conversation.
What do you wanna do today?
How did you sleep?
Good Morning.
We did not need words to know
we where both exactly were we needed to be.
So for right now, the silence sounds beautiful.
Kendra Stocklin Apr 2015
You came along all of a sudden.
You're slowly fixing my broken life.
I never thought I would find security in a person.
I always thought that was something you found in yourself.
Truth is, no one is safe alone.
Alone is were your corrupt thoughts lie.
You're slowly saving me from myself.
I'm a mess in my own head, but in yours I'm "perfect".
I hide myself from myself because I hate myself.
I hate hating the person I am.
You came long and saved me from self destruction.
Kendra Stocklin Apr 2015
So literately,
Say you are walking forward ahead of your friends and family.
Your are walking a little bit faster to get to your destination.
Everything in front of you is new nothing you have ever seen before,
but there is no one there with you.
If you slow down your caught up with them again.
Makes sense.
Slow down enjoy the time you have with them.
Don't fall behind you seen all that **** already & no one else is there.
Your alone.
Don't run ahead no one is there for you to share the sites with.
Walk beside them, enjoy them.
Kendra Stocklin Apr 2015
The feeling of going on without you is scary
Actually it is terrifying.
If the day comes and I have to carry on I will.
I'll walk away from what is not good for me,
because I have enough self respect.
Don't get me wrong I'll fall apart. I will fall hard.
It may take months or years, but I will give it my all.
Even if that is not good enough for you, it is good enough for me.
I'll break down for hours, days, or maybe even months.
One day I wont think about you anymore.
And if you choose to leave, please do not think you broke me.
I wont be broken, I'll just be holding all the broken pieces.
If you decide one day to leave, don't give me a reason.
I won't need your explanation.
Simply know I loved you, I love you.
And if our time runs out
I'll be glad to have had the time with you.
If it ends in disaster know I do not hate you.
Kendra Stocklin Apr 2015
I got to the point were being lonely became a part of me
I was not scared of loneliness.
It was another emotion like sad or happy.
It filled in the empty space were something was missing.


Then you .
Kendra Stocklin Apr 2015
Because of you I learned to take the easy way out.
You taught me to hide, because no one really cared anyways.
And if you thought maybe they might, they would turn around and use it against you.
You taught me that strength meant hiding behind alcohol and cigarettes.
The problems were masked by the fear that someone might see right through you.
How can someone love someone so damaged?
The only real emotion I saw you display was anger.
You were always so angry.
What were you so angry about? Or was it someone who made you so mad?
Everyone has their own reasons, no one is born angry.
We are turned into beast by experience.
Afraid maybe of making the same mistakes.
The same mistakes your father made.
You hide behind addiction, it is sickening.
I'll look past that for now, to avoid making any assumptions.
I'll tell myself your sick, you are sick right?
This is not the behavior of someone who is well.  
I'll tell myself this is not my fault, it is not my fault right?
I did not make you this way.
It does all come back to me though.
Looking in the mirror and seeing a spitting image of you.
Does that make me sick like you?
Kendra Stocklin Apr 2015
"I'd choose physical abuse over verbal abuse."
That statement never made any sense to me.
I mean having the living **** beat out of you hurts.
Then I realized
Your bones heal.
Bruises fade.
And everything stops bleeding.
After that you're just left with the words.
I can remember all the hateful words.
So, it makes sense being torn apart mentally is much more painful.
You can't unread text, emails, or letters.
You can not forget words.

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