Beau

“I’m still rebuilding the parts of me you promised were safe with you.”

“Stop treating me like a safety net when I was meant to be more. Why was I the one who caught you, only for you to walk away once you found your feet?”

“How do I protect a heart that keeps apologizing for needing its own space?”

“Why does growth truly feel like I’m loosing parts of myself I wasn’t ready to let go of? I am blooming yes… but the soil is made of everything I had to bury.”

One day, I will look back and wonder why I let the “now” hurt so much. I hope my future self forgives me for the way I’m currently surviving.

“My silence isn’t a wall… if you can’t hear what I’m not saying, did you ever really know me at all?”

“A soft heart is just a target for those with sharp hands.”

“Why does my heart feel like a lost and found bin for everyone baggage but my own?”

“I’m tired of being the lesson people learn before they find their forever.”

“My hobbies include overthinking things that haven’t happened yet and buying books I will eventually read in 2029.”

“It genuinely feels so good being misunderstood by people who were never meant to get you anyways.”

“You are allowed to be a masterpiece and a work in progress simultaneously.”

“Your future self is watching you right now through their memories… give them something worth looking back on.”

I am the child of silence and the grandchild of “don’t make a scene.” No wonder my throat aches every time I try to speak my truth.

I am a carefully crafted masterpiece of “I’m fine.”

“I spent my whole life being the strong one, but who holds the person who holds everyone else?”

“Why does my heart apologize for beating too loudly?”