Sought the truth, feared it, felt tortured not knowing it, sensed it, denied it, lived it, denied and abhorred it, sought it once more, found it, it tried to get away, but I caught it, consumed it, nearly puked, did cry, fell into a strange, deep, wide, short sleep., woke with something new that both pleased and pained me, saw the youth, gave them art, they gave me love, returned home with my truth, and now I breathe....breathe, breathe, until the sadness has turned to grace, and the disappointment to confidence. It will, as it always has. Pedestals suck, Recovery feels like a punishment some days, I wouldnt trade it for the world, I feel I lost something beautiful, Even though it swore to stay with me. I miss what I havent had, Dont want what isnt good for me, And I get what I need. Being human.... Learning to embrace this choice. But it certainly is better to have loved and lost Losing count, gaining confidence... Love, Amelia Then this song comes on. I used to play this this, 3 broken hearts ago.... sharon jones and the dap kings-how long do i have…: youtu.be/QYccVpb87Ro
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 02:09:51 +0000
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