Is my heart broken
Or simply a half waiting to be whole?
Is my love a token
Even while waiting for the mate to my soul?
My heart is yours
When you are ready to find me.
My love still soars
Even just wondering who you will be.
Love, Waiting
About the Creator
Bethany Larson
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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 drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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So lovely poem~ Thanks for sharing.