each and every day
is a little easier
182 days of
deep breaths
and adventures
and pain
and healing
its the little things
you know?
remembering the words you said
the anger you caused
the way you treated me.
the way i felt:
drowning in undying love
for a person who would never
love me back.
the way i felt:
drowning in anger
at myself
for my stupidity
for my helplessness
the way i worked:
the itty bitty steps towards
fullness
the realization that I deserve something better.
i still worry i meant nothing to you.
that everything was all a lie
that all our love was just the fog,
disorienting and fleeting.
but
i am every piece of every moment
before you
with you
and now after.
i am everything and anything
and i feel and i feel and i feel.
i am all the little things.
i am not nothing.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
each and every day
is a little easier
182 days of
deep breaths
and adventures
and pain
and healing
its the little things
you know?
remembering the words you said
the anger you caused
the way you treated me.
the way i felt:
drowning in undying love
for a person who would never
love me back.
the way i felt:
drowning in anger
at myself
for my stupidity
for my helplessness
the way i worked:
the itty bitty steps towards
fullness
the realization that I deserve something better.
i still worry i meant nothing to you.
that everything was all a lie
that all our love was just the fog,
disorienting and fleeting.
but
i am every piece of every moment
before you
with you
and now after.
i am everything and anything
and i feel and i feel and i feel.
i am all the little things.
i am not nothing.
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