I’ll never love anyone the way I loved you-
Dear God I hope that’s true,
To never again
Feel a love so desperate,
So hungry for
Your past only exists because you think about it.
Your fears, your frustrations, only exist because you think about them.
Where would they come from if you didn’t think about them,
if you didn’t bring them into play in the present?
Where would they come from?
How would they be there?
You are the cause of all of your problems.
I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.