5 thoughts a handful

«rewind
;;back to last year. last summer.

--and that's what i want it to be just the way it was thenn.

» but look at me now. //
what happened? the bottle that i was bottling popped and broke.
you've used up all the little bit of me that was left.



i cant turn to you without a high guard up.
so high that all i have is angry to show,

-cant suppress it anymore.

my body wants to run, just run as far as i can from there,

-like a reflex to avoid harm.

its like i was robbed.
over and over again.
more and more of me was taken each time.
you're standing in front of me. with a hand held forward.
i've got nothing left for you to take now.
>>and im left with no choice but to run. run. run.



i notice when you look at the empty seat beside me and sit else where, even if it was less comfortable.
i hear the things you say behind my back, the real way you feel about me.
i see how you look at me, i see how you turn around and join a conversation.
i feel the rejection.

{{im highly grateful, and not a million thankyou's would not compare. God's given me one new person to watch over me as im struggling so much, so in need for someone to be there. truly and angel sent from heaven, but in human form, still with human obstacles; and we're here for each other. helping each other through. lending ears to listen. shoulders to lean.}}