Do You Weep

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d.b.a

It's probably my fault.

Mine.

I assumed that I had that right on you.

On us.

I am trying to convince myself.

It ain't fault.

It wasn't my fault.

I couldn't run. I just couldn't.

I wish i had though.

I wish i was brave like they all think.

I Wish i wasn't a coward.

something snapped between us today.

I was so sure that you will be there.

But when I needed you so desperately . You were gone.

When I was falling apart , you turned your back on me.

Of course , it's not your fucking fault.

I expected you to be there. I don't know . I don't know if I have ever failed to be there for you. But it hurts. Alot. You know, I was ready. I was finally all ready to let you in. Fully. To tell you that past. To let you know all that we can do together. To finally have found the right one. But I guess I was getting ahead.

Just like that, I am alone.

And that was the thing about her, she kept on surviving. With bullet holes in her lungs, and knife marks etched in her back. She never let anything get in her way, resilient. A fighter, not by choice, but a warrior at heart.

Kiana Azizian

it's so hard

and easy at the same time

to give up.

i wanna answer your ask but idk your online name 😭

is it demum?

I am not sure but you can call me "K" though!thanks for answering!

:)

Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God; from 'Is It True?'

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