Crying on my glasses. Hearts broken. Missing him and the whispers of kindness he brought. How he seemed to silence fears. But now I know they were never defeated at all.
Fears Unbroken
Scarred
I’ve never noticed the number of scars before, but I have many. My heart was not left in one piece when you walked away. Perhaps it will never be quite the same again. But I’m proud of each scar. And I’m proud of loving you. I’m proud of who you were and who you are.
Love me or forget me, I’ll always be a part of you.
Love me or forget me, I’ll always be proud of you.