How many I’m sorry’s is it gonna take for me to leave
Finally be at peace and not just to a certain degree
I’ve wasted my love, my life, my time and effort
For a relationship I feel no longer is meant to be
I tried to cry but the tears can’t be freed
I’ve cried so much in the past my tears are no where to be seen
I sat in the shadows crying saying why aren’t I free of your shackles that surround me
How many I’m sorry’s will it be
Before I finally use that love and leave thee
About the Creator
The Day I Stopped Romanticizing My Pain
For a long time, I believed my pain made me interesting. It gave my stories weight, my voice depth, my silence meaning. I wore it quietly, like a badge only other wounded people could recognize. When something hurt, I didn’t run from it—I wrote about it. I turned it into metaphors. I dressed it in beautiful words so it would look intentional instead of unbearable.
By Imran Ali Shahabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Book Review: Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid
I flipped the book over in my hands in the centre of the small airport book shop. Although I had heard promising reviews of Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid, I hesitated. The synopsis didn’t compel me - I wasn’t much of a space girly. In high school it made me cringe when my peers would talk about the stars.
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