Inner Battles

Cara

I always pick up the pieces from broken tension after fights, and I collect them like sea glass and convince myself one day I'll build a masterpiece out of the words I couldn't say in that moment and when it's finished maybe I could make you hear me. But right now my cowardice is stifling and my insecurity is my only muse and that's not something I can explain to you. So I bury my words and you take it as surrender, and I have to remind myself that I can't expect you to hear words that I can't say.

  • Author: c.b (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2018 10:09
  • Category: Reflection
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