Dear You!
The moment I met you, I knew .. this guy is going to be in my life...
I was damaged when I met you .. beat up so bad that even picking up the pieces hurt .. but I saw you...
I'm a broken woman, and maybe I'll always be, .. but I patch my self up .. some pieces I still can't find .. and there are many holes that I can't fill .. and maybe never...
That's why I'm afraid of you .. because something about you makes me feel complete...
And I was never complete...
I think of you, and I feel safe... I feel balanced like the world decided to break from the endless madness that I'm used to...
I always had a problem sleeping... I woke up every two hours... I needed to breathe... I never felt safe...
And now I just think of you .. and the thought of that chases my demons away...
I started sleeping again...
I still have a lot of patching up to do before I come to you...
You're not ready...
I'm not ready too...
Maybe we'll never be .. and perhaps it is the only way to 'be' is with you...
I don't know...
And I don't believe in love too...
Love!
Me...
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