You and I are the same
We loved fiercely
To our detriment
Then got betrayed
I turn to look at you
The light yet to turn green
Your body language screams
I'm self soothing
And taking care of me
I want to ask you to hold my hand
Yet I dont want to take you away
From the healing and the processing
You need
Your voice breaks through the silence:
"Patience is a virtue."
That's what you truly need: a love that is both patient and kind
I hope you find that in me 💜
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Chelsea DeVries
4 x award winning author of Sticks and Stones: Full Story Edition. Writer of stories with vivid imagery, emotive realness, and characters that you will fall in love with one page at a time. I also run The Smart Cookie Philes.
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