the more I tried to fix things;
the more they’d shatter
- i kept running from something
away from myself
to let go would be to fall into submission,
retribution
to admit what i feel
would be too much -
vulnerability left behind
i’m not like her
now it’s quiet -
no heartbreak, drama or fights
the worlds spins silently
now she’s been left behind.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
the more I tried to fix things;
the more they’d shatter
- i kept running from something
away from myself
to let go would be to fall into submission,
retribution
to admit what i feel
would be too much -
vulnerability left behind
i’m not like her
now it’s quiet -
no heartbreak, drama or fights
the worlds spins silently
now she’s been left behind.
A monologue from my upcoming web series, Talks
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