I wonder if I’ll ever be loved again,
If my past will be too much, and then,
I wonder if I’ll be able to let someone in,
Will anyone else want to touch my skin?
I wonder if another could love my eyes,
Would they be able to hold me as I cry?
I wonder if I’m more than damaged goods,
If I can love again, and if I should,
I wonder if I could find another love like her,
Will I ever move on from all that we were?
I wonder if she was my one true love,
Is she watching me from above?
I wonder if she wants me to try again,
To fall in love not just have friends,
I wonder if I’m ever going to be okay,
Without waking up to her every single day,
I wonder if I’ll ever have another perfect match,
Will anyone else see me as a catch?
About the Creator
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Rage
Content Warning: Domestic Violence, Assault Rage D. A. Ratliff “Who did this?” My voice echoed through the house. All I wanted was a cup of tea, but one of the twins, running through the house like maniacs, knocked it over. My nerves tingled, and every muscle in my body felt coiled like a spring. Survival seemed out of reach.
By D. A. Ratliff6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
It feels like you're speaking directly to me. I've had these same thoughts, wondering if I’ll ever be able to love again or be loved the same way. The uncertainty of opening up after feeling so broken is something I deeply connect with. It’s tough to imagine someone else seeing me for who I am, flaws and all, and loving me fully. The fear of never finding another connection like that can be overwhelming, but the hope of healing and moving forward is something I’m still holding onto.