"I can fix that."
I ate too much today.
So much for starving.
He wants to talk.
I received the message today. I got past the stage of "It's all my fault" and into the "Who the hell do you think you are?!" stage. But there's still regret.
I loved him. I gave up so much for him.
And he threw it in my face.
"And who do you think you are? Running 'round, leaving scars? Collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart."
Wrote more poetry today about y'know who. At least something came out of it.
Don't exactly want to write any more today. Not in the mood.
Miles Away
Come on, you can do this.
Just one little step
Just one little word
Just... just something.
Slow and steady... no, turn back
Can't turn away, yet can't face it.
How can this be so hard?
It feels like you're across the world
But you're really just across the hall
(Looks a mile to my feet)
Come on, just one more try,
You don't want to regret this.
This all began with a leap of faith
A chance encounter
A single moment that may
Have changed your life.
So, one more try.
Use that voice of yours
No wait, close it,
Silence yourself;
You've got nothing good to say.
...Then again, you never know
Till you really say it.
Alright. One more shot.
Take your time, take small steps.
It always begins
With just a 'hello'.
-V.
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