Worthy?

Sometimes, our hearts are so damaged and our heads are left spinning. Sometimes, our things just escape our grip. Sometimes....
It all is beyond our control. Sometimes, its all too hard.

And then, a glimmer of hope comes and we forget ourselves. We forget we're worthy of love, of tenderness, of happiness.

I haven't forgotten.

If happily ever after is a place, I'm just on a detour.

Sometimes, you have to be your own glimmer of hope. Sometimes, a blogger is just someone who writes well. Who is smug and arrogant and can't open up. Who connects on the surface. I tried to pull you from your pedestal and instead, I toppled over.

Sometimes, a man is just a man.
Sometimes, a need must go unfulfilled.

Sometimes, lust is not enough.

I am a damaged dreamer, swimming against the tide - my hopes buried deep in my chest. I am worthy of love. Of care. I can not be cast aside like yesterday's news.

And in that, I lay down my pen tonight.

Sometimes, you must simply let go.
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