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...written on 2008-08-04, @ 10:10 p.m.
I don't know how I got so weak. So scared of not being that girl you fell in love with. Or maybe I was just so scared of being her because you are so much more than her.
So I fell apart and you watched and fixed and held the pieces. I fell apart and you cleaned me up and tucked me into your bed that night. And I woke up so scared that I would be alone. That you would sit and politely wait for me to leave and that would be it. I waited for you to break my heart only to find out that you were waiting for me to do the exact same thing.
But there you were, curled so tight around me that I couldn't possibly break. I waited for hours and you just held me there and I have never been so goddamned thankful for anything before.
I saw your fear when you saw mine. I said you were the first, the last, and everything in between. And I said I needed to think and I almost can't believe you respected that when you thought what you did. You left and you came back and that was all I needed.
And I'm not scared now of your past and how I don't have one at all. And I'm really not scared of the future. Because I want you in it. I do. And you aren't so scared of that afterall.