I thought i was loved.

2022 is only days away... Over the year I've been undoing the love vandalism I've endured. Understanding that I am worth more than I see myself out to be.

It's been hard to express myself to others the mental pain I went through with someone I did love.
It's blocked me in all these creative ways but yet opened me to share through new ways, such as poems, and songs.

I am no singer I am no poet, but without you I am.

I find myself pondering what we could of really been, two hearts running from the cell our parents both built, planning the day till we fled...but I know figuratively I would of been dead.

The idea is comforting, knowing with you I would of ended me soon. Knowing my fate as we went on little dates, thinking nothing more of it, till you asked me to save the date. 💍

When I asked you why did your ex go away, you said she went crazy, even a little insane. Her "family" was the one to blame, for the way her flame faded away.
Slowly Learning now you made her go insane, her brain was probably enraged, with the way you kept her in a cage. Her only freedom was the ward that you trapped her in on your own accord. She was stronger than me a stood by your knees for 6 years an she flees. Without leaving any warnings left behind I followed her footsteps and what was once hers was now mine.

If I can hug her, I would, she was only doing what she felt she could.