11/05/22
I'd hoped if the day came for us to talk again your words would feel like coming home. But I've found that you are no longer a safe place for me to land. Like a bird ending a long migration with nowhere to rest, I struggle to find comfort in your presence the way I did before. I am terrified of this feeling of being a stranger to the one who once knew me better than I knew myself. I exist in discomfort, my insides twisting around themselves as if trying to remind me that I am not safe here. I am afraid of falling; for disappointment, for compromise, for everything that hides behind those beautiful eyes of yours. Threatening to draw me in without even trying, without ever really seeing me. I walk the streets of a place I once called home, but now, I no longer seem to belong here and somehow, that brings me comfort.
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