Sometimes I tell myself whatever I need to hear to move on or get through a moment.
When the pain cuts deep I prefer to believe that you never loved me in the same ways.
Maybe it was a trick my mind played that made you feel like home.
It’s scary how numbing it can feel but some days it’s easier that way,
Ignoring my pain and saving my strength for the days I have enough to fight through it.
It’s not good but it’s the best I have for now. I’ll get better at this one day.
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