I have been sitting on buses going into places that carried promises of love. I have learnt so much in one week that my head is slowly turning into a gourd of somewhat unwanted thoughts. I have learnt to search for love in faces of strangers. I have learnt to be scared of losing what was never mine. I have learnt to cry myself to sleep. I have learnt to mistaken strangersโ smiles for love. I have taught myself to lose friends because my senses were literally drowning in alcohol. I have learnt that mornings are meant for apologizing because the previous night I was out of line. I have learnt that there are no shortcuts to healing. I have learnt that love is birthed by so much pain. I have โfound myself desperate for it. I have taught myself to lose pride begging for love.
I’m still sitting here
learning
to forgive myself
for thinking after all those years I had left unhurt
for thinking I had managed to hurt you
I’m still learning
the art of letting go what I never had
I’m still learning
to tell myself Im still sane.
I’m also still learning to accept
that you hurt me.
ยฉ Elizabeth Semende ๐ผ
Great read.
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Aw good to know someone else can relate ๐
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