He says he loves all of me but I think to myself how can that be? When there are parts of me hidden in words that go unsaid, hidden in stories that go unread, hidden in poems that go unwritten.
Parts of me hidden with the people who left and took a piece of me then tossed the rest to the side, I guess everyone needs a consolation prize.
I hide so much behind these eyes and I wish people would realize that when I fall I need to be picked up too, don't kick dirt in my eyes and add more black and blue.
I try to open up but when I do I find every reason for me not too so don't be hurt when you finally see that you can only love part of me because that's all I get from myself too but hey who knew?
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cheyenne
Hey guys I'm Cheyenne and I'm a inspiring writer and photographer. Between the Chaos and the peace is where you'll find me. can follow me on Instagram: @shiney.poetry
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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