Honestly, it never gets better. I just know, it becomes easier. It's shitty. Super shitty for a bit. The weight on your chest get's heavier. The pit of your stomach kills from emotional guilt. Your heart beat seems irregular. All I can tell you is that it'll be okay. Okay doesn't sound believable right now … Continue reading Right Now
Tag: poet
Too Few Words
It's fucked up the way I fell in love with a man who clearly isn't meant for me after I told him I was content with nothing but wanted absolutely everything J. Saunders
Release
please stop trying to control us we'll be better off if you just let us be let us hang off the emotions of the other we pretend doesn't exist to avoid love J. Saunders
Attached
tell me you don't love me and that you want me to go so I can unravel myself from you J. Saunders