All the I’s That Hold Me Back

A young girl processing a relationship based in trauma, through self-loathing, self reflection, and humble awareness.

I remember when you looked at me
as though you could hold my soul in your arms.

I long to melt into your chest
where nothing and no one could ever do me harm.

I miss the safety of knowing you were always there.

I want life to be
simpler.
Clearer.
Fairer.

I love the brief moments
when you trusted me with your heart.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted,
needed " your missing piece, your other part.

Losing you took half of me,
and now I’m all alone,

wondering who I am,
will be,
or if I even deserve to be known.

I’m so sorry we’re here in this painful space "
our magnetic attraction collided,
leaving nothing in its place.

God put us together one day,
and sadly, it seems
I wasn’t meant to stay.

I remember.
I long.
I miss.
I want.
I love.
I’m sorry.

I have never been so stuck before.
Please release me,
so that I can close this door.

Reviews

[Branches]

This sounds pretty heartfelt and honest. And honesty is usually required to be a good writer.
Nice writing.

(needed �" your missing piece, your other part.)
(I’m so sorry we’re here in this painful space �")
A.I. proofreading (that I use myself) often leave these diamond question marks. It's always good to check your work after posting. They're annoying but they show you care about your work enough to check it. :)

[Alli Chaos]

Hi there! Thank you so much for your feedback. I have tried a million different ways to get rid of the weird symbols and they keep popping back up. It's a bit frustrating.. I'll tinker a bit with it, but my downfall, or one of many, is technology :/ I actually love to hand write.

[La Belle Rouge]

What a beautiful reflection of love and longing, enjoyed.

[Alli Chaos]

Thank you very much!

[Arti]

hi,

The missing piece will get back to its missed place definitely. Because no piece can attach to that, the right piece which we left each other. No matter how far we are. Bell rings when it touches its temple.

dont be sad, my dear rid only you can make this fix, my yarid. No more oit of boundary.
Till now we didnt smelled bad, i want to see your sweating smell my dear long nose.

Thank you,
Jessy Jacob