Sun kissed my face today, but not as gently as you would have. Nor did it give me the light I needed to see life outside of these shadows I call my home. I wish I could say that I found sufficient warmth in the world around me but since you decided to go, all I feel is cold. I’m living in a perpetual ice bath, where my muscles are slowly recovering but I ache every second. Maybe one day I’ll be ready for my next run and maybe one day you’ll be ready for yours. What are the chances that we’ll be ready together and our steps can fall in sync once again?
Tag: true love
Maybe Tomorrow
One day, I’m going to learn to love the pieces of me that weren’t important enough for you to remember. One day, I’ll grow into this shell that I created for myself to protect me from the world. One day, I won’t be this broken.
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