My heart is painfully full of love
Now I fear it might overflow and soak everything around it
Did I buy paper towels last week?
How terrible would it be to waste love on myself
To be drenched
Perhaps I can, just for now, selfishly pour love into the broken places
Perhaps that’s not selfish at all, but an act of mercy
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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 drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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This is so full of raw emotion. Very nice. ❤️
Wow, this is so beautiful and inspiring - thank you for sharing this!
"Perhaps that’s not selfish at all, but an act of mercy" - so comforting and soothing 🥰 Awesome poem!