and I would say, it’s okay

this isn’t just a book it’s every sleepless night t couldn’t shut my mind off it’s every tear that slid down without permission it’s every word i never said -until now it -s more me more you. it’s the fights i had with myself the healing i begged for the pain i tried to dress up as poetry. it -s the part Of me i never thought i ’d Share and maybe, just maybe- it’s the part 0K you cause you ’ve been iding too. so Come to me, you are broken. healing. feeling too much, or not enough. let’s bleed a little, love a little -together.