January 2011
2 posts
Complete.
Thats how you make me feel. Like I had never been missing a single part of me.
And it’s not that you make me complete. I don’t need you to survive.
You just made me feel alive again,
and if by chance you ever leave me; i’ll be okay.
i’ll be more than okay.
Because you fixed me.
Because I can survive again. I can feel alive.
I can breathe.
Complete.
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Dear Jenya,
Things will get better. Maybe that’s not what you want to hear, and I understand that. But I don’t know what else to say. I love you, and I want you to stop hurting. I’ve tried everything in my power to stop the pain. Like Atlas holds up the sky, I try to hold you away from the pain, and the hurt. I thought maybe seeing these words would help. Maybe it would make you smile. I hope it...