#noroomforuse

you carry it like a stone in your pocket so long you start to think you are the stone

but you are the hand that chooses when to hold it and when to let it fall

your hurt is a chapter not the whole book you are also the blank pages still waiting for your own soft handwriting

she took the ashes of every bridge she had to burn and paved a road straight to her future. she is not a girl you visit she is the forever of a lasting sunset.

if you are looking for someone to use keep walking. her spark is too bright for the weak so either love her right or let her be. she is only interested in the kind of connection that never ends.