Friday 1.03am (A little tipsy tale)
I think you have broken me.
You are not entirely to blame however I can’t help but wonder if the scars you’ve left in my mind will haunt me forever.
I’m anxious to love again. Scared to let someone in, to let them get close enough that they could scar me too. I’m not trusting like I used to be. My mind is flooded by doubt and my heart is tinged with sour pangs of fear.
I want to love, I want to trust and I want to live but I’m afraid.
I’m scared that I’m not enough, I’m scared that I’m not thin enough or pretty enough, that I don’t hold any real value. What do I bring “to the table?”
I’m mad at you and at myself for letting me get to the point where self doubt is a real issue for me. I’m angry at you for letting me down and mostly I’m annoyed because as I lie here in bed on a Friday night and these are the thoughts running through my mind.
I didn’t want the world from you I wanted you to fight for me and for us to fight for the world.
But don’t fret for I won’t hold a grudge. Afterall it’s the broken women who make the strongest warriors 😘
Here’s to the heartbroken people, the ones who have loved and aren’t afraid to get hurt again 💕