#writingsofme

You write as if you're speaking to another. Yet it's you that you want to hear it. Yourself. I think you've always wanted to understand and interpret the things you've never understood within your heart. You've always been so good to others. Maybe it's time you did it for you instead. Maybe it's time you let yourself stand up after being on your knees in defeat all these years. Through silence, through violent words, through abuse, through crying and belittling. Stand up, girl. Stand up and fight.

I feel at home, but on an entirely different planet with you. How do you make me feel everything, then nothing? My heart is at a crossroads. She doesn't understand, but yet, she moves with confidence. She knows the way. When did she figure it out and why did it take so long? Did she need you to puppet the strings? I have a feeling that it's been within her all along. She just needed your ear to hear her music. To be heard through all the aching noise. Let's write our symphony, my darling.