The hardest kind of resistance,
is when you’re resisting yourself.
When your heart want something,
and your brain prevents it.
When you want to cry,
but you smile instead
to protect your pride.
When you feel like blowing up,
but prefer to explode in your deepest depths,
so no оne around you can feel it.
There are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
Part of me wanted to have a conversation with you, but not before you told me that you were sorry, not before you begged for my forgiveness. But your apology never came, and I’m still waiting.
But I’m already two states away, lying with a boy
I let drink rain from the pulse at my throat.
No оne leaves me, I’m the оne that chooses.
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