I’m just a young writer eager to rely on the kindness of strangers.
It knows no bounds
I am unable to shake hands or give hugs to those I’d love to hold.
I then create beauty in spaces which I no longer allow them to occupy,
Because my art does not derive from human interaction,
but rather the hollows they leave behind…
words deployed during the hardest of times, when butterflies and tongue ties wouldn’t allow me to let you know how I feel… they don’t even bother to last long enough to form a sentence.
How do you boldly confess that you’ll give me some thing like love, when all that I asked for was love.
How do you not see that you’re falling short? I effortlessly give you all of me, my stars & moons, only to get empty spaces in return.
“I hate you”
But what I really mean is
“you’re hurting me”
You don’t know how to love,
And you’re not willing to learn.
⁃ 20 Something
⁃ Dormitory love
LIVE YOUR TRUTH, AND SMILE!
I absolutely love this.
I’ve been in numerous situations where each statement holds truth.
In each instance, I was able to identify and call out people in my life which resonate with each truth.
It was through chapters and stages in my life, where these particular lessons where learnt.