I’m afraid to fall in love again
because it feels disloyal.
Like if I do it meant I didn’t love him as much as I said I did
as much as I know I did.
But what else is there to do?
I loved a boy
in very many ways we grew up together.
The difference is his demons out ran him
and I had to stick around to face mine.
That doesn’t mean I love him any less for moving forward.
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pretty words for wicked girls 
I love it for its universality and simple, penetrating prose.
I hate it because it strikes so close to the mark.
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Once again thank you for your ever poetic commentary! Truly inspirational
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p.s I knew you’d at least like it for it’s length haha
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You render me emotionally compromised in less than fifty words – I assure you that’s a compliment!
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