I thought that this would be so much easier by now. I’m supposed to be over this by now, aren’t I? I thought things would get so much better when I didn’t have to see you, hear your voice, or remember you. Why can’t I just have that simple little wish?
This is not getting any easier. The tears still come sometimes. I thought the ache had subsided, but I was wrong. It comes back, slashing out at my fragile, healing heart that wants nothing more than to be whole again. It still fucking hurts.
About Me
- teelee63
- I'm a country girl with big city dreams. I was born in, raised in, and escaped southern Vermont when I was eighteen. My life is choas, my sanctuary are friends and poetry. I thrive near water, music, and coffee. I am silent and observative, but I have much to say. I live passionately, freely, and fully, with big dreams. I've been near my breaking point too often, but I've proven stronger than I even thought I had to be. I've seen more things than I should have to in my short twenty (almost twenty-one) years, much of it terror, turmoil, and trauma, and it's aged me twenty more years. My passions lie in literature, poetry, creative writing, and the stars. I have a tough "Fuck you, don't mess with me, I'll knock you on your ass in five seconds flat, I'm a cold-hearted bitch" exterior, but the truth is I'm a hopeless romantic at heart. I live life by sex, love, Rock and Roll.
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