🤍27🤍 My thoughts, Poems, and coffee

i don't regret the love i gave. i know you needed it. i hope you're doing better now.

Something is about to break.

Real intimacy isn't built in bedrooms but in conversations where your raw thoughts, fears, and truths are met with love, patience, and a desire to understand.

i love taking care of others, i really do, but sometimes i wish someone would take care of me

The attention wasn't addictive. The connection was.

I am uniquely wired to love the things that ruin me.

And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.

I never had to fuck someone else to know I wanted you.

sometimes i help a stranger because someone i love is a stranger to someone else. i hope the strangers take care of the people i love.