lostfaun
My brain misunderstood the signals you were giving.
Now my heart is paying for it.
Is that a smile? A flicker of passion and positivity in the eye of the bitter witch?
Indeed. My belly is full of pizza and nothing can bring me down.
We were like a wash cycle.
The end of our relationship like a dryer, sucking every bit of moisture out of the fabric of our love.
It's been years and I'm still picking the lint off me.
You struggle, you break down, you lose your shit.
One day, you're okay.
Onward from here.
Everyone has their own perspective, their own story.
What's yours?
You're taught as a child to share your feelings. Growing up that lesson begins to fade as all I want to do is hide my feelings. I want to bottle them up. I don't want to burden anyone with these ridiculous and poorly timed thoughts that invade my brain like a fog.
Keep them safe.
If they are not spoken, they're not real...right?
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