no longer what you once were,begging and begging,to be that once more.To that, i love you,but its not worth the hurt.i dont know about you,but you were once everything to me.now you're just plain, old nothing.
Strength is written into you. In your teeth and fingers and legs, strength is written into you. In the quip of your tongue and the flick of your gaze and every time you wake up and commit to moving forward. You can forget or deny or give up, but if you stand, your body will hold you up. Believe me. Trust me. The strength is there.
What if I told you that I have a gypsy soul? That staying in one place gives me itchy feet? That I want to see what the world has to offer? Would you think that I was leaving because of you? Because it’s not. I want you to come too. I want you to be my partner in crime. I want you to see the world with me. I want you to be my travel companion.
_________________________________ I wish someone would look at me and notice the bloodshot eyes by the tears that fall at night I wish someone would look at me and realize the bruises on my thighs I wish someone would look at me and sympathize on how pale I've become I wish someone would look at me and see that I'm so numb I wish someone would just look at me that would say everything I need so I wouldn't bleed. ________________________________